Thrill of the Chase

Every Ruff and Puff pair had common traits.

Brick and Blossom were the thinkers, the planners. Every battle felt like a chess game, them being the Kings (or Queen) and their siblings the knights, the rooks, or sometimes even the pawns. Regardless, the two of a kind "loved" to outsmart each other .

Butch and Buttercup were the fighters. Both were brutal and relentless in their attacks. They craved the rush of a well fought battle, and looked high and low for formidable opponents. Maybe that's why they seek each other out almost every day just to have a brawl.

Boomer and Bubbles were different. They didn't like fighting, but they were both great sharp shooters with their laser vision. That, combined with their superior speed and agility, made them aces in the sky.

They were the best of the best. Not even their siblings could match their excruciating high G maneuvers. The only people who were skillful enough to challenge them were each other.

And they knew it.

Every chance encounter erupted into a furball of blues. And at every all out fight between the Ruffs and the Puffs, everything paled in comparison to the moment when they find each other, and pursue each other across the vast Townsville sky. Their aerial acrobatic maneuvers playing out in the air.

It was like some sort of deadly tango. And they loved it, the thrill of the chase.