Authors Note: Well hey there, here's the second chapter of buildup. Some of you who have read chapter one before I posted this chapter may notice the change of the title from conflict to its current name. I went over my original notes to this story (I've planed on writing this since EXE 4) and found that I had called it style vs. substance. The title seems to fit Brett's character better than conflict. Another thing to note is that what Tohru and Meiru are really saying are represented in the parenthesis, while the translation errors are the normal script. Brett also says Jack-In rather to Plug-In is to represent the cultural barriers of two countries. Same goes for how he says battle chip before sloting-in. Finally, I left some small clues/tributes to various things, a scavenger hunt of sorts. See if you can figure out
1) Where Principle Kuno comes from.
2) Which lesser known EXE character will be introduced in a later chapter.
3) Who I'm relating to Netto personality wise.
4) What religion Brett is.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I'm poor, please don't sue me. It'd just be a waste of time.
Chapter Two
Style vs. Substance
(Class 8-C, Akihara Middle, Akihara Japan 8:26 a.m. April 23rd 200X)
"So what's going on now?" asked Brett, who had no idea what was going on because, well, he was new.
"Free Period, anyway Brett, I'd like to introduce to my friends, this is Meiru, and that's Tohru," responded Netto in English, although it wasn't really as the translation program in his Pet modified the vibrations from his voice, which was obvious do to the slightly static sound of his voice and the fact that his lips were moving out of synch with the sounds, like an old foreign film, but that's off topic. As he pointed to his friends, a girl and a boy who were in the earlier incident.
The girl was around the same height as Netto and wore a pair of bright pink shorts. The said shorts were covered with red in the rear, but that's already been explained. She wore a dark blue vest that was open and a light green t-shirt. Her feet adorned a pair of red and black sneakers and she had black socks that went up to her ankles. At her waist was the usual brown PeT holster, with a pink PeT inside.
Her hair was a dark pinkish red that went passed her shoulders, in that hair was a circular hair clip that had an upside down yellow triangle on the top. Her eyes were brown.
The guy was a few inches shorter then Netto or Meiru. He had brown hair that just sort of sat there, not really doing anything special with it. He has gray eyes that lack any sort of pupils. He wore a yellow hoodie that was light blue around the edge of the actual hood. Underneath this was a purple shirt and he also wore blue-grey cargo pants. To finish off his look, he had sneakers that looked just like Netto's only blue. How he wasn't hot in this warm weather was a wonder to all.
"Nice to meet you," said Brett. Offering his hand out to Meiru and Tohru. Tohru shook it, followed by Meiru.
"I will rape you (Hello, how are you)," said Meiru politely in English with a smile.
"What?" shouted Brett in shock, as he jumped back in surprise. He tripped over his desk in surprise.
"Your chicken is mighty, buy all monkeys (Hey are you alright?)?" asked Tohru checking on Brett and offering his hand. Brett stared at him for a moment, before accepting. Standing up again, he looked at Meiru and took a few steps back. He felt he was too young and that she was to open towards him.
"What the hell did you do to him?" asked Netto, looking at Meiru
"Limbic bowels pudding monkey consumed yellow panda (nothing)!" shouted the young woman, her hands thrown in the air.
"Netto, I think it was the translator being stupid," said Brett, still wary about the girl.
"Really, what it say?"
"That's….not something I'd like to say…in public…ever,"
"ooooookkkkaaayyyy…so what do you want do?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"Do you have any idea what they're saying?" whispered Meiru to Tohru.
"I don't know, but it must be philosophical as they're asking a lot of questions," answered Tohru.
"Yeah, and they're doing it at a rapid pace," commented Meiru.
"It might have something to do with Brett's tortured past," whispered Tohru again.
"Why would he have a tortured past?" asked Meiru, her face riddled with confusion, "He seems normal to me."
"All kids who transfer here have tortured pasts, remember Gary-Stu,"
"I'd rather forget him, that womanizing jerk," But lets move back to Brett and Netto, who are talking about Brett's torturous past
"Please, Jet the Hawk would so kick Shadow's ass," said Brett.
"No Way, Shadow can teleport and has heavy ordinance," responded Netto
"Aw, but Jet has much more experience than Shadow,"
"No way, Shadow has like, one-hundreds years of whoop ass over Jet,"
"Doesn't count if he can't remember it,"
"Back to the plot people," said Crimson Ziz, appearing out of nowhere.
"We have a plot?" asked Netto, confused.
"Yes, it's Poke'mon Z.E.R.O. that has no plot, now get on with it," responded the Oddish.
"Alright, alright…What's my line?" asked Netto.
"AAAHHHHHHHHGG, you know what, screw that, it's written out, just go to the net battle part, that's the only god part of this chapter anyway," stated Crimson Ziz in aggravation.
"Right Chief," he said, before turning back to Brett, "we usually net battle, you up for a match?"
"Always," said Brett grinning. The young teen whipped out his PeT. Tohru seeing this action pushed Netto out of the way and held up his own Personal Terminal.
"Gravy Dan hocus in da focus," said the lad, pointing his PeT to the inferred plug-port.
"So you're my challenger eh? Either way is fine for me, Jack-In Elipzen.EXE Transmit," shouted the dark-haired teen, transmitting his own Net Navi.
"Jack-In? That's stupid, sounds like your doing something with your penis," commented Netto. Brett turned and glared at Netto.
(Class 8-C Black Board System, ACDC Middle, ACDC Hub, Electopia Server 1:28 E.N early network April 23rd 200X)
Two laser like beams of light touched down in the middle of a brightly colored, if not tacky, plateau. In the sky, several numbers and equations went on; ready to display whatever would be requited of its user required. The beams widened and then ceased to exist. In their place were two Navis.
The first Navi was short, very short. At about three feet he stood. Over his body he had a light green parka and snow pants that had dark green stripes on the sides of the legs and from the shoulders to the wrists. He wore brown gloves and boots, with the being whitish-yellow at the tips and rims. On the wrists, ankles, waist, and hood of this diminutive warrior were rings whitish-yellow fuzz. His face was slightly chubby, with brown eyes, a nearly non-existent nose, and two pink spirals on his checks. On his chest was a light blue eight point star within a darker, but still light blue circle, with a white ring around the edge. This Navi shall be hence forth known as Iceman. A.K.A Dan.
The second Navi was bland, for lack of a better word. Wearing a dark gray body suit with an equally dark gray helmet that connected with it down the back. Wearing neutral gray gloves, boots, shoulder pads, and ear guards, its blank blue-gray eyes scanned the surroundings. There was on small patch of flesh tone, a stripe that was exposed from just above the nose to the end of the helmet. It had a single purple strip, going from the top of the helmet, all the way to the back. This Navi had no symbol, simply a black circle, surrounded by a gray ring.
"A Cossack 32?" said Netto with surprise, His face appearing in a window that appeared out of nowhere. Cossack 32's were basic Navis designed by Cossack Co. designed to be simple virus busters. Other than a higher amount of speed and power than an average Navi, there was nothing at all special about them. "I used to have one of those; you'll never be able to beat Iceman with that junker Navi."
"There are two halves to net battling," said Brett. His face also appearing. "Substance and Style. Substance is for programmers and collectors, people who get their strengths pre-battle. Style is about using your Navi, your chips, the field, and your opponent to your advantage. Pure strategy and intelligence. Guess which I excel at?" The transfer student put his full attention back to the battle field. His opponent looked like he was wearing arctic clothes, an ice Navi, so he probably could slow him down. He was small, so he probably had some speed in exchange for power. So most likely a hit and run tactics for them. He then stared at Tohru, whose own window had just appeared. Glaring with determination, the usually meek boy returned his the glance, and nodded once. Although the barriers of language existed, combat is a universal speak.
"Battle Routine Set, Execute!" both boys shouted at once, although one was using Japanese, while the other English. Elipzen immediately went into a defensive stance, his knees slightly bent with his fists at his side. Iceman jumped and hopped. Weaving to avoid shots that he thought would come. He made his way to the standard Navi and when he was around twenty feet away from him, he leapt right at him.
"Cold Punch, Slot-In," shouted Tohru, as Iceman's brown mitten turned into a giant blue gauntlet. Still charging right at Elipzen. Brett's eyes widened, surprised at this Navi's direct approach, that didn't stop him from slotting in a battlechip.
"Battle Chip, Bubble Shot, Fire shot, Slot-In!" he franticly yelled. Elipzen raised both his arms and braced his left with his right, his left hand retracted into a barrel of what looked like some kind of gun. A giant bubble filled with water was propelled from it faster than expected, and flew at Iceman, who happened to lack the ability to dodge in midair, so he decided to block instead. Punching the bubble with his giant fist, the Eskimo Navi froze it. But he was unable to dodge the fire that followed immediately afterwards.
Iceman was thrown back from the, he tumbled over himself before punching the ground with his still gigantic fist. Now normally when a Navi uses a freezing chip, they just freeze what they target. But if a Navi is experienced at freezing things enough, they can control how it freezes, hence why the ice formed a ramp. Iceman slid up the ramp on his belly, feet first, and was propelled into the air.
But that wouldn't last long, as the Eskimo grabbed onto edge of ramp with his still giant hand; he then curved his back so that feet were also touching the ramp. Bending his legs, he propelled himself back at Elipzen.
"Aqua Blade, Slot-In," shouted Tohru, slotting in the chip, Iceman's fist was replaced with a blue katana style blade with a tank of water at the hilt. The Inuit then started spinning rapidly in the air, becoming some sort of psycho midget buzz saw. Elipzen tried to sidestep, but ended up a nasty slash in the shoulder. Attempting to slow down the flow of data, the basic Navi didn't notice the Navi buzz saw still hadn't abided to gravity. Iceman, still spinning, trusted his blade to lodge it in the ground. Then using centripetal force, he turned around, deactivated the blade, and kicked Elipzen in the back.
Elipzen started to fall to the ground, but recovered quickly with a handstand that he used to propel himself high into the air. Flipping and spinning at the same time, Elipzen turns towards the ice Navi, and morphs both his hands to busters. If Netto had been drinking something, he'd probably spit it out.
"What the fuck! Cossack 32s can not do that!" shouts the bandana wearing net battler. Meiru and Tohru also look in surprise.
"Well maybe I lied about not having some substance," smirked Brett, as Elipzen let loose a fury of buster shots. Iceman was hit with several of the bursts, and was knocked back.
"Ice Cube, Slot-In!" shouted Tohru, as a large block of ice appeared in front of Iceman, protecting him from the fury of attacks. Unfortunately for Elipzen, gravity did exist on the internet, and he lacked the ability to fly, so he had to touch back down on to what counted as earth. Right when Iceman pushed his block of ice at him.
"Ice Bomb, Slot-In! Triple threat time!" shouted Tohru; an icy blue sphere appeared in Iceman's hand. He tossed it at Elipzen before puffing out his cheeks and taking air in.
"Blizzard!" shouted Iceman, releasing and freezing the air and creating a huge wind storm. The storm was propelled forward at high speeds, also pushing the cube faster.
"Wow! Tohru's gotten better since I last saw him battle," stated Netto. He watched the battle as if he were a five year old with add and saw the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree for the first time. "He's created a move that's nearly impossible to guard or dodge. If you side step, you're frozen. Back-up to avoid the bomb, you get smacked with the cube, and if you attempt to destroy the cube, you'll get hit with the bomb and blizzard."
"Yeah, while you were at Saiba City, he trained hard and eventually became the best in town," Responded Meiru.
"Battle-Chip, Air Shot, Triple Slot-In," yelled Brett. Elipzen got his arms into a shooting position again, and fired off three quick bursts of air. The air hit the ice cube, and instead of breaking it, he returned it to sender. He was hit by the bomb the same time that Iceman was hit by the cube. But unlike the cube, the bomb had a freezing effect. Elipzen became a giant ice sculpture.
"Ice Line, Aqua Sword, Slot-in!" shouted Tohru, as the area directly in front of and behind Iceman was instantly frozen. The Eskimo then propelled himself at blistering speed towards the basic Navi, intent on some evisceration. He thrust his blade towards the basic Navi
"Rock-Cube, Air shot, Slot-In!" yelled Brett, as the giant cube of digital rock appeared in front of his Cossack-32. Iceman's blade pierced into the giant stone. He tried to remove the aqua sword, but found it to be stuck. This gave Elipzen enough time to break out of his ice prison. Morphing his buster once more, you could almost swear that his unemotional eyes had a smile in them.
"Aw nuts," said Iceman, as the Cossack launched the air shot, causing it to push away the rock-cube, but Iceman himself. The ice line that Iceman had downloaded before wasn't helping to slow him down either.
"Area-Grab, Guts-Punch, Slot-in!" shouted Brett once more, as he inputted the chips. The Cossack disappeared, but reappeared at the opposite side of the ice line. Propelling himself like an Olympic skater, the Navi rushed towards Iceman, his fist growing larger and taking on a gold color. The fist rammed itself into Iceman's back side, stopping his movement and causing him to scream in pain. That scream was interrupted due to the fact that a little thing called inertia. In layman's terms, the rock was still moving. It crashed into the midget, his worn frame to damaged to keep up with the battle, he logged out.
"…Well that was cool," said Netto, going over the battle in his mind, "I've never seen someone use a pure reactionary folder before."
"A what?" asked Meiru, not quite sure what Netto was talking about.
"A reactionary folder, it's a different type of defensive folder, where instead of using just guards, auras, and what nots, it's focused on using what my opponent does, then using it against him," said Brett smartly, his eyes closed as he polished his glasses and smirked. "How'd you figure it out?"
"What? You didn't hear? I'm the best Netbattler in the world," said Netto cockily. His thumb pointing towards himself as he donned a triumphant pose.
"Phif, yeah right," scoffed Brett. Not believing Netto's actually true statement.
"Don't believe me eh? Fine, Netbattle me and find out," responded Netto, seeing how good this guy was, he wanted to fight him himself. "But first, you got to tell me where you learned to Netbattle like that,"
"Well I," started Brett, before he actually thought back to his starting days at Netbattling.
(Brett's flashback, Brett at age four)
Two young boys are huddled over a computer screen, watching their Net Navi's fight. One of them is a younger Brett, watching Elipzen being logged out by a Navi who looks a lot like Rockman with red hair and no helmet.
"Awe, man, I loths agains," sulked Chibi Brett, "your Nawi an twips is bettar," he gets out before he starts bawling. Suddenly he's smacked in the back of the head by another four year old, this one with dark brown messy hair and blue eyes; he stands a few inches taller than Chibi Brett. His cloths look stolen from a four year old Mario, blue overalls with a red shirt. Chibi Brett stops crying for a moment and stares at his assailant, tears welling up in his eyes again.
"You idwewit, itz not bout who has da betar stuff, it's how dyou use it. You gots a bwain, use it. Nobodies else dooz," shouts the unnamed boy, his hands flailing about in the air. He sees Chibi Brett still looks sad, and is silent for a moment. Finally he speaks again. "Do know, eyes probabably couldz teach youz how to dooz it rights," he says scratching his head, finding the ceiling incredibly interesting.
"Weley?" asks Chibi Brett, looking wide eyed at his friend.
"Yes weley," he responds, turning to his friend smiling.
"Tankyou Andwo!" shouts Chibi Brett, as he jumps and tackle-hugs the now named Andrew.
"Hey, gwet off, you gots stupid cooties, aw manz, Sigurd help we out," he exclaims, looking for help from his Navi.
"You're on your own pal," responds Sigurd, the Rockman like Navi, as he smiled.
"Aw manz."
(Class 8-C, Akihara Middle, Akihara Japan 8:33 a.m. April 23rd 200X)
Brett smiles for a moment, before getting ill at the bad memory that followed.
"Uuuughhhhhh, I don't feel so good," moans Brett, as he bowls over holding his stomach. Netto frowns quickly, and yells at Tohru to open the door. Helping the boy to bathroom, he leaves him by the toilet so he can have his privacy. Standing outside the bathroom and ignoring the sounds of vomiting, he looks around impatiently waiting for something to happen.
"Netto, you have a message from Barrel," said Rockman. Netto grimaced slightly, Barrel never made social calls. Well there was that one time at that Annual Net-Savior whatever you call it, but that's because Dingo spiked the punch. Although Netto had to admit, the guy had a good fashion sense when it came to underwear. Looking both left and right, Netto ducked around the corner and entered the supply closet, just missing Brett coming out of the bathroom. Looking around for a moment, he decided to get some air.
(Supply Closet, Akihara Middle, Akihara Japan 8:35 a.m. April 23rd 200X)
"This is Sergeant Hikari of N.S.C.C. Identity: CF00001 reporting in to Colonel Barrel, what's the situation sir," said Netto, his usually silly and carefree tone replaced with one that is purely serious. He had his PeT out in his hand, with of full 3d holographic image in front of him. The image displayed the figure in his thirties, with long black hair donning his head, with one strand coming down and covering one of his black eyes. He was donned in a gray shirt with a desert camouflage jacket over it. Much to the dismay of any ladies or homosexual men reading this fic, he was wearing black pants, and ended this outfit with two steel toed boots.
"It's Brigadier General now Hikari," said Barrel, a smile graces his stern expression for a moment. Netto rolled his eyes before responding.
"Congratulations sir, but seeing as you're sober, I doubt this is a social call," said Netto. Barrel regained his stern expression, glaring at Netto.
"Net Sergeant Blues has been assaulted upon by a high level assassin at Sci-Lab testing facilities. You are the only Net Savior within a twenty mile radius, Primary Objective: Cover Blues' retreat. Secondary Objective: Capture the assassin." Barrel ordered.
"Why can't you just have Colonel do it? He's a lot stronger than Blues is, he could take the assassin easy."
"Although that is true, Sci-Lab has finally disconnected itself from both the global network and the power grid, meaning someone has to actually be in the building to plug-in."
"Wow, now that they finally try preventing someone from hacking in, it hinders our ability to assist them. Irony, thy name is Sci-Lab."
"Congratulations, you understand basic literary knowledge; maybe you can work on your hyperboles now. WHY THE HELL HAVN'T YOU GOTTEN YOUR ASS IN GEAR! Barrel out," Barrel sarcastically remarked/yelled/stated the obvious. The hologram then flickered out of existence leaving Netto alone in the closet.
"Ass," mumbled Netto as he pocketed his PeT.
"That may be," responded Rockman, "But he's still your boss, and we need to help Blues right away."
"Right, Time to call in a favor."
(Supply Closet, Akihara Middle, Akihara Japan 8:37 a.m. April 23rd 200X)
Akihara Middle could be considered odd compared to almost every other school in Japan. The first thing someone might notice is the complete and utter lack of uniforms for the students. All of them went to school in casual wear, no ridiculously short skirts or uncomfortable ties to be seen unless the students actually wanted to wear such things. Another oddity was the complete casualty of student teacher interaction. With pupils talking to adults about Netbattling or videogames, sometimes lacking the proper sensei suffix at the end of their names. Some teachers even openly swearing at and insulting the students (e.g. Ryu-sensei and Netto). But the oddest thing would have to be the field. Akihara Middle actually had a field the size of four football fields, and large ones at that. Known for its surprisingly successful athletic department and having teams for almost every single sport that could ever be played. They even had a curling team! What's curling? Look it up, learn something, sheesh. I'm the author not a teacher. What is the reason for all of these aberrations to the Japanese educational system? Some people blame principle Kuno, chastising him for running such an odd school. But whenever they try to complain, he just sticks a bokken up in the air and proclaims that he is the flaming turkey of justice, and poultry rains from the sky. What this has to do with the plot you ask? Well because they have such a large ground, they need a grounds keeper.
Enter Joe, originally a car insurance salesman. The mafia decided to make him the scapegoat for some off their seedy business, and Joe was framed for a crime he didn't commit. Honestly, she was dead when he got there. Managing to flee the country, Joe meet up with principle Kuno when the school first started up. Asking for directions to the nearest cave to hole up in, Kuno saw that he was a wise sage and asked humbly for training. Honestly saying he had no idea what he was talking about, Joe tried to leave. Unwilling to let unparalleled wisdom pass him by, Kuno offered the man a job, and then promptly learned the reasonably unusable kendo technique of sword of pink sheep. Joe became the groundskeeper, a job that he liked a lot better than car insurance selling. He did his job well and helped out all of the students, and was generally liked by everybody, especially the Netbattle Team and the Tech Club. So for his birthday, the Tech Club modified the lawn tractor that Joe uses to take care of the giant field.
"Hey Joe," said Netto, passing by the groundskeeper who was taking inventory of fertilizer, "Net Savior mission, can I borrow your tractor?"
"Keys are in the ignition," said the middle-aged man. He knew about Netto's Net Savior job ever since he found Netto talking to Barrel the supply closet earlier this year, keeping it a secret, he gained the trust of Netto. Seeing justice actually was being done by someone made Joe proud and have faith in the youth of today, so he often covered for Netto when he had to go on emergency missions. "Have fun, drive safe"
"Always do, never do," replied Netto as he hopped into the driver's seat. Starting the machine up, he didn't notice Brett hunched over the side of the tractor, bracing himself so he wouldn't collapse. Netto than promptly floored it. Did I mention that the Tech Club was very good at what they did, and that they made the tractor highway sanctioned? No? Must have slipped my mind.
(Class 8-C, Akihara Middle, Akihara Japan 8:38 a.m. April 23rd 200X)
Coming in to check on the students, Ryu-sensei was startled by the sound of a tractor going from 0 to 60 in three seconds. What happened next was old hat to everyone at the school.
"I'm taking this baby to the MOON!"
"What the, what's going on, my backpacks stuck, Netto? Let me off, why are you, oh dear god, LOOK OUT FOR THAT TELEPHONE POLE!" Looking out the window, Ryu-sensei turned back to the class.
"Hikari just kidnapped the new guy again, didn't he," he asked.
"Yep," replied Tohru, as he leaned back and put his feet on the desk. Meiru was currently bludgeoning her head against the desk, wondering how she could be in love with someone that stupid.
"I'll call the authorities," said Ryu-sensei, getting out his own PeT, he pressed the first speed dial button that came up on the screen. J.S.D.F. wasn't needed this time; the S.W.A.T. Team should do just fine.
(En Route to Sci-Lab, Akihara Japan 8:39 a.m. April 23rd 200X)
"Out of the way suckers!" shouted Netto, laughing manically as he steered the tractor through the streets, dodging pedestrians, animals, portable kiosks, and guys in monkey suits.
"Oh Adonai, please let it end," asked Brett, holding on to the back of the tractor as if his life depended on it.
"Hey Brett, when'd you get here?" asked Netto, turning around to look at the other teen. Brett simply glared at the bandana wearing boy. Netto helped him up to the back of the tractor, forgetting to steer and causing more pandemonium as his hands left the wheel.
"WATCH THE ROAD YOU IDIOT!" screamed Brett. Netto turned around, and grabbed the steering wheel. Turning it harshly, the brunette managed to avoid hitting a clown.
"Woo, that was close," said Netto. Suddenly he heard sirens. Both boys turning around, they noticed several police cars tailing them. "Oh crap, that's Inspector Oda, I am NOT going to hear his lame jokes, looks like really going to have to do some serious driving now, eh partner?" asked Netto, looking back at Brett. Brett looked at the boy in total and complete shock.
"Dear god, you're insane," stated Brett, looking on in complete disbelief.
"Nice to know that I'm recognized for my strengths," said Netto before turning around. "Oh, we're at Sci-Lab already? Well it looks like I'll have to JJJJJJJJJUUUUUU"
(Testing-Lab, Akihara Japan 8:40 a.m. April 23rd 200X)
"Shit, this is not good, we're going to need a miracle to get through this one," said Enzan, watching as Blues and this…Axl person fight each other. He was much better than he originally thought.
"Does anybody here a noise?" asked a brown haired, brown eyed man who looked incredibly tired. He was donned in a lab coat and really needed a shave.
"MMMMMMPPPPPP!" shouted Netto, his tractor crashing through the Sci-Lab test facility, which was impressive considering the fact that it was on the third floor. The tractor turned and skidded on the floor, causing various scientists and staff to run away screaming before it screeched to a halt just before hitting Enzan and the scientist who heard the noise, who just happened to be Dr. Yuuichiro Hikari, Netto's father.
"Never Fear! The Number One Maverick Net Savior Genius, Netto Hikari, is Here!" Netto yelled as he struck a pose. Then he looked at Brett who was once again vomiting. "Oh, and he's Brett."
"The fact that you exist insults my intelligence," said Brett, glaring at Netto.
Next Time
Netto: We all know that Enzan is getting his butt kicked, but how did that happen?
Brett: I don't know, but something about this seems familiar.
Netto: Whatever, we need to get past this firewall and help Blues!
Brett: I have some experience with hacking, if we
Netto: That's just crazy enough to work!
Brett: But I
Netto: Next time on Rockman.EXE Buildup. Combat! Axl vs. Blues. Grab the popcorn, because this one is going to one kick ass battle!
Brett: I hate you.