[The ditch is short and shallow. Water might have flowed through, once, but now the earth is dry and cracked. Flowey lays face-down in the dirt, unmoving. If Firepaw carries him- like he did the first time they met- he might think that, without all the posturing and grandiosity, Flowey is incredibly light and small. Pathetic, even.
Meanwhile, Tinkaton has swung her hammer in a panic at the approaching Zorua. It flattens the Zorua like a pancake. When Tinkaton lifts her hammer, though, Zorua pops up with the same smug smile on their face. They spit out the shell of the Reviver Seed they filched from Flowey.
"Oh, did you need that?" they call down into the ditch. "Too bad!"
Zorua levels Tinkaton with a Scary Face that makes her step back nervously. She may have a giant hammer, but she's an academic, not a fighter!]
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Meanwhile, Tinkaton has swung her hammer in a panic at the approaching Zorua. It flattens the Zorua like a pancake. When Tinkaton lifts her hammer, though, Zorua pops up with the same smug smile on their face. They spit out the shell of the Reviver Seed they filched from Flowey.
"Oh, did you need that?" they call down into the ditch. "Too bad!"
Zorua levels Tinkaton with a Scary Face that makes her step back nervously. She may have a giant hammer, but she's an academic, not a fighter!]