"Four little mice caught and their tails snipped~," cooed Dom Pyro as he stroked the container that held his dragon-like monsuno. "Now all that's left is their little leader. He stands so tall, but after I get a hold of him and snip off his tail he'll be reduced to nothing. Isn't that right, pretty one~"
Dom Pyro glanced at his captives: Bren, Dax, Jinja, and Beyal. The last two were captured recently. The poor girl ran towards the cries of what she thought to be one of her fallen friends. Pyro got lucky that the little white haired one followed in concern for her. They were no match for his...
Chorus: When I go in, when I go hard There’s nobody else on my level When I go near, when I go far It’s over, over.
Never made what’s easy perfect Fall for my gift, I’ma read each card The orodha is in my jeans, like my bv jargon The faith I give it like CPR.
Always remember those days when I couldn’t go play I was imba all day No pain, they say there’s no gain Wasn’t giving an old plain Doesn’t work hard, I was frustrated I made mistakes and they hated So I prayed then I know its gonna come my way I’ll be imba to the world some day.
Ain’t give up the fight I know wrong from right, I’ma...
"Time to get up every one!" cried Jinja. The girl stirred breakfast in a pot above the moto she and Beyal had made. The little monk had risen early to meditate and volunteered to help Jinja prepare breakfast.
Chase stretched yawned. "Geez Jinja, could wewe have gotten us up any earlier?"
Bren rubbed his eyes sleepily. He gave his glasses a quick clean before placing them on his face. "Yeah Jinja, the sun is barely up."
"We need to get on the road before E.C.L.I.P.S.E. gets a lead on us and sends another wacko like Dom Pyro after us," explained Jinja. "Isn't that right Mr. Ace?"