"Heh heh heh... If you were a little cuter, I might like you enough to make you my toy. But you're just... too disgusting."
Perona glanced at Trebol, disgust flashing in her eyes. If they hadn't been on opposing sides, she wouldn't have bothered attacking him.
She didn't want to look at the revolting man a moment longer.
"Huh?"
Trebol had barely managed to get back on his feet when he sensed someone behind him. He spun around, but saw nothing.
His eyes widened in confusion. He didn't even notice the snot he'd sucked into his mouth. Though he could see nothing, he felt uneasy all over. Then something pressed against the back of his neck.
"Ah?"
Even if Trebol wanted to dodge, it was too late. With a boom, he knew from the sensation that it was a rocket launcher. He just couldn't understand how one had appeared at his neck when he hadn't seen a thing.
It was too late to wonder. The blast took him out of the fight and sent him flying more than two hundred meters. He passed out before he hit the ground, and even the sticky substance covering him was blown apart.
"Nice work, Perona!"
Absalom suddenly appeared out of thin air. Perona didn't look pleased. Pouting, she huffed, "This place isn't fun at all. I like somewhere damp and dark!"
The sunlight on the island was glaring, and the sky was far too clear for Perona's liking. She wanted to get back to Thriller Bark as soon as possible.
"Eek..."
Something swam toward her beneath her feet and seized both her legs. Perona cried out in shock as she felt her body slowly sinking.
"How is this possible? This is solid rock! Why is it like a swimming pool?"
Startled, Perona couldn't