"Flamethrower." "What?" "I have a message." "What is it?" "The spirits are coming." Flamethrower walked into his kits. "Oh, hello." "Ello." "How was your day?" "Great." "Amazing." "Mystical." Flamethrower was on the battlefield. The stars consumed the sky above. "Attack!" And at that word, blood would spill. Flamethrower leaped onto Trailblood. Trailblood was a mystical cat. He said: "You cannot control your life. It will have pain and strife." "Introduce yourself to me." Said Flamethrower. "The path you take is yours alone, let time mend it if it gets broken." "If you ever feel left out, take your path." "Retreat!"