"Damn it, Spilt Water Can't Be Regained's pet!"
Green Hat had always been the one ambushing others, but he never expected to taste the bitterness of being ambushed himself. Damn, it felt horrible!
He performed a kip-up to get back on his feet, shoved a potion into his mouth, and cautiously scanned his surroundings. He shouted angrily, "Spilt Water Can't Be Regained, don't think I don't recognize your pet! If you're a man, come out here! Got the guts to ambush but no guts to show your face—do you have no shame?"
Green Hat didn't spot Spilt Water Can't Be Regained anywhere, but the Skeleton Bat was fluttering in the sky, first flying in an "S" shape, then a "B" shape, its movements flamboyantly graceful.
"What the hell!"
Green Hat stared at the bat in astonishment. He couldn't believe that even curses could reach such a level of artistry. A grave expression soon replaced his disbelief. He had never seen anyone control a pet with such precision!
