The huge arm dived over his head as he slid underneath it. His Megabuster wasn't working against Clown Man, and he wasn't surprised. Clown Man had some sort of magnetic resistance towards plasma.
The arm rolled up, and Rock jumped to the side-
just to get nailed with the other arm. The arms brought him back towards Clown Man's body. "Blueberry."
Rock struggled against the tight grip, but nothing seemed to work. His hand was transformed back. He felt his uniform being pulled off.
"Rock!" he heard Forte cry. "Rock!!!"
"This should be fun." Rock felt Clown Man kiss his neck. It wasn't real, though…not like…Forte's…
"Leave me alone!" Rock cried, feeling creepy-crawlies all over his skin. Clown Man was starting to push something his way. He kicked something as Clown Man uttered an "oof!"
Rock fired blasts at Clown Man continuously. "Leave everyone alone, you damn-!"
Clown Man laughed, rolling another hand at Rock. "You can't leave this alone!"
Fire hailed down from all around them. Rock was hit several times. Clown Man managed to hit him as well, leaving him very disoriented. Rock fell over, hoping Clown Man wasn't going to do…it…
"Clown Man," Forte's voice said.
"How on earth did you get free?" the panicked voice asked.
Darkness. Rock opened his eyes as Forte was checking him over. He thought about his hands… soft…warm.. like his lips…
"Why did you come?" Forte demanded, dressing Rock.
"I couldn't let you die…Gospel was worried…" Rock said, diving into unconsciousness. "I'm just your Trophy, after all…"
Forte didn't respond with an answer. Rock looked at Forte questioningly. "We'll talk later. It seems I hit you as well." Forte glared at Rock, who had snuggled up to him and fallen asleep. "Stupid…"