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"Where are we going?" he asks back, looking her right in the eyes.
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"I wonder, where are we going?" The question was directed to the A.A., louder this time.
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The A.A. ignores the two parroting each other. They're actually moving more than walking, but whatever that action is isn't visible.
"Yeah, where are we going?" the Mamba asks. Again.
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"Where are we going exactly?"
They, or at least the Cheetah, could probably keep this useless exchange for hours without getting tired.
But the Narrator got tired.
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Aww, the A.A. was relying on them doing that.
"Where? Where?" the Mamba asks.
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"How long till we get there? And where is 'there'?" The Cheetah changed the question a little.
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"Your choices."
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"Then let's get going quickly!!!"
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"No."
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"Then what kinda choice is that? Haah?" She pressed.
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It's an A.A. choice. It's like them giving their targets the choice to live or die.
"Too volatile."
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The Cheetah glanced at her friend. "But we want to hurry up, right, Mamba?"
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"Dunno," he answers with cheer.
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"Mmmm..." She went silent for a few seconds.
"I should've brought a candy, at least."
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Between all the candy the Mamba throws around, the A.A.'s bound to have caught some, and that's what they toss to the Cheetah.
The Mamba immediately recognizes it. "Oh! That's my candy!"
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"Ye~ep, but it's mine now!"
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"No!" He nudges the Cheetah to try to get her to miss the catch. At least he doesn't have his armor on. Also he looks 14 and is scraggly.
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The Cheetah half-sidestepped-half-tripped to keep herself from falling completely, but she extended her slightly long arms to try to catch the candy anyways.
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Then the Mamba tackles her American-Football style.
Ey, when the A.A. said their choice, this is their choice.
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The Cheetah tried to twist while she fell to avoid a defenseless situation.
The Mamba is probably stronger than she is, though.
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The A.A. is just walking along or floating along or whatever they do, leaving the two behind.
The Mamba tackles her and then tries to pin her down.
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The Cheetah attempted to grapple with The Mamba and roll to the side.
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The Mamba's mostly concentrated on getting her dominant arm down, if she has one.
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Her right arm.
The Cheetah's lack of skill at wrestling is starting to show, really. She's just trying to knee or kick the Mamba but her movements are limited.
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The Mamba pretty much has her pinned, then. He shows a triumphant grin. "My candy."
The A.A.'s very far off in the distance by now.
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Cheetah struggled for two more seconds before stopping with a sulk. "Fiiiiine then. Have your candy."
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The Mamba completely lets down his guard to holler something that's supposed to resemble a victory shout and pump his fists into the air.
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The Cheetah attempted to squirm out into a standing position.
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She's probably able to get halfway up before the Mamba just falls on her out of realization of his mistake.
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She let out a noise which was a combination of "oof" and a breathless keysmash.