Chapter 4: Jackhole
Their astonishment was cut short once "The Slayer Of Terramorphous" began speaking.
"Spunky here tells me you amateurs need your asses saved. Just stay out of my way and I'll handle this."
Omni could tell that Vi was about to start something judging by her tensity and the expression on her face. He put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her back a bit, shaking his head no. She calmed down a bit and managed to utter our a quiet "Lead the way."
As the level 50 walked by, going by the name of Panther, he muttered to Omni,
"You better keep your girlfriend in check. I don't need anyone jeaprodizing the mission."
Vi snapped away. "Look, dickhead. First of all, hes my partner. Second, of all, I would prefer if you would keep relatively quiet unless it's about the mission. Kapeesh?"
Panther turned around, looked at her face to face and simply said,
"And if I don't, princess? What are you going to do?"
She mustered all the hate she could into that glare, until Panther just chuckled and continued walking.
Omni spoke up when they made it to the entrance to the arena.
"Alright, heres the plan. Panther, stay off in a spot where you can get clear sho-"
"I know what I'm doing. You just make yourself somewhat useful and distract the thing so I can hit its weak points. Spunky, Princess, you two wait up here. If both of us get downed, you two drop down an run like hell. So long as one of us is in the arena at all times, it can't heal itself. Until then, Spunky, make sure princess here doesn't blow herself up or something. Omni, on me. Lets go."
Before they dropped down, Omni sent her a private ECHO transmission, and then they were in. She immediately opened it up to drown out anything Spunky had to say.
"Listen Vi, if I could, I would've dropped this guy when he first showed up. But don't worry - after he kills this thing, neither of use will every have to see him again."
She let out a frustrated sigh. Vi hated anyone who she knew could out-stage her in anything. She had a particular mindset in that she had no betters, just equals. Often times, she had proven it. But every now and then someone came along who stole her thunder.
