Wait We’re Doing What? [Solo]

The city looked like a disorderly dressmaker’s store. The shops were tents heavily sprinkled around the cavern, connected by a web of rope bridges. The bridges were covered in blossoms of color. What were the flags for? Fabrics and rope creating a surreal scene that Lucky could only describe a beautiful mess. Fitting for this shifting mystery of a city. He was praying he could get to see it in person.

”Hey! Stop your ooglin’ and pay attention.” A long-clawed paw playfully boxed the Gaomon’s ears. 

“We’re fighting already?” Lucky countered with a quick jab at the Gazimon’s stomach sending him flying. “We just got here, I was hoping to explore first.” He charged at the Gazimon with a wild smile. He didn’t mind too much. He shouldn’t be surprised the Gris launched a sneak attack they claimed to be a master in dirty fighting. Though Lucky would just call it fighting, at the end of the day they were trying to win by any means necessary. The only difference was he preferred sticking to his general style.

“Timeout!” he shouted out.

The intrepid Lucky wasn’t alone in this adventure. In fact, Gris was the one who insisted Lucky should take him there in the first place. 

“Sorry! reflexes,” Lucky said.