Sabin let out a deep breath. He had been in the forest for three weeks; the training was beginning to overcome him. The dinosaurs were heavy, sure, but what stressed Sabin's nerves more was the monotony. Trying to rotate through his entire repertoire of blitzes proved to be an imprecise science, and had resulted in at least two forest fires already. No, better to stick to the basics and focus on building strength, rather than being classy.

But there was no time for reflection now; Sabin could sense another T-Rex behind him. He wasted no time--he leapt to the dinosaur's feet, grabbed it by the underthings, jumped 5,000 feet into the air with it as per routine, and body slammed it back towards earth. The giant lizard did an immediate 180-degree vertical turn of self-correction before letting out the familiar "whoosh" noise of a monster dissolving into its component air molecules. Another job well-done; Sabin pulled his shirt off and wiped his brow with it while letting out a small sigh. He straightened out the wife-beater and started to slip his arms back through it when he unexpectedly heard a voice behind him.

"Why are you in such a hurry to put that back on?"

Sabin whipped around to see Terra emerge from behind a tree. He was temporarily caught off-guard by how beautifully her naturally teal hair complimented the shrubbery. He finally managed to cough out, "What are you doing here?"

"No particular reason," she said, slowing stepping toward him. "I just always wondered what it was your master taught you that... well, led to this."

Terra ran a hand across Sabin's glistening level 78 pecs. Sabin briefly remembered an occasion when his brother entered his private quarters, all hair on his head and face completely burned off, and warned Sabin of a situation like this occuring, but at this moment Sabin was having trouble remembering the exact words that took place between the two of them.

"Well, you've already seen the moves I use in battle," Sabin said, lightly taking hold of Terra's hand, "but I have an entirely different array of moves that you haven't seen me use yet."

"Shh," Terra whispered, moving a finger to his lips. Sabin noticed that every woman he'd been with had always done that just before they went at it, and although it was sexy, it was starting to make him wonder if he should think up some new lines.

Sabin didn't have time to reminisce, though; in fact, he didn't even have time to watch Terra undress, since she burst into Esper form, making the process unnecessary. Sabin examined her neon, featureless body and wondered if the disappointment showed on his face.

Terra jumped forward and grappled him firmly around the waist. "I thought you might like it rough," she hissed.

"You know my style, babe," he said, before whipping his pants aside and tearing the Ribbon out of his hair.

Right down up down Y X Y X left right up down up down up down down-right down-right down-right DOWN-RIGHT DOWN-RIGHT DOWN-RIGHT

Sabin knew the moment had come; Terra's Esper form didn't last long. He smacked A, flung his arms above his head, screamed "SHHHHING!" and suddenly saw the last three words in the world he wanted to see.

"Incorrect Blitz input!"

The following day, Sabin relocated his training grounds far away from the forest. Terra has not called him back.

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IN THE SEQUEL: Sabin follows Mog into someone's house, seeing if he, too, could learn "Bedsheet Rumba" after beating up a random feral dog.