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Zane wondered for a moment if he could stay behind in the cave, hide eternally from the shame before reluctantly following her lead. Humiliation followed him no matter the dimension.

“Eh?” Zane recoiled slightly, face flushing further. “I, yeah, obviously,” he chuckled, snatching the badge up. “Just a joke, y’know? C’mon, lighten up a bit.” He frantically clicked at the comm-badge, desperate for escape. “G-go ahead. I’ve got this,” he mumbled, showing no proficiency in his...

Zane looked at the badge without grabbing it. His eyes cleared ever so slightly, but just a bit too slowly. “Didn’t you ask for this?” He raised his brow, ancient memory clawing at his subconscious. Phones. These were basically phones. He... had a phone at one point. He racked his brain...

Zane didn’t know why, but he had a feeling Brisa was angry. “Badge, right.” Bag. Badge. Badge goes in bag. Why she wanted it, he had no idea, but he dug it out of his bag and tossed it to her anyway. She didn’t sound like she was in an asking questions mood.

Zane’s head spun. Brisa was talking, too. She sounded close. Warm, too. Gradually, he realized warmth came from touch. When did Brisa lay down next to him? Wait, the words started to make sense. Some of the cloud lifted, just enough to let him stand. “Sorry for I fell for you,” his brain...

That voice, Zane recognized that voice. Higher than his, asking if he was all right, he had yellow on the mind, it had to be. “Jolt? Stand, yeah.” He strained to sit up, rolled forward onto his feet, and landed flat on his face. “See?” Despite his claim, the stone pressed against his face...

Zane laid on the floor, the mud and grime drying his fur into a sticky mess. It sounded quiet. Did they win, or did everyone die? Opening his eyes could help answer that, but he could barely tell they were closed. Voices, there were voices. Familiar. He could ask them, but words struggled to...

Well that hurt. Despite it all, Zane stood strong. That, or he forgot to fall over in all the mayhem and excruciating pain. He choked in as much air as possible, but it never felt enough. His eyes fixed on Darkrai. The embers of that blast still burned his fur. Darkness clawed at his vision, his...

This wasn't good, and it was getting less good by the minute. Everyone was on the edge of passing out—enemies, allies, himself—and he couldn't help at all. The closest he'd come to attacking was that blue bubble that dissipated in mere moments. If they could just outlast Team Spice, they could...

Zane sneered at the orbs flashing, blocking his eyes from the luminous orb. “I was wondering how you managed to have kids! Invisibility explains it all!”

Cynthian was crying because he didn’t have any Pop-Star to revitalize him. Don’t be like Cynthian: always have a can of Pop-Star ready.

Pain, aches and exhaustion, plagued Zane, but even worse than that—he was thirsty. Parched and tired, the worst combination, and only one drink could save him. He reached into his bag and took out a beaming can of Pop-Star. He cracked it open and downed all that sweet flavor in one gulp. Like...

Zane ate a pound of mud before slamming into the swamp below them. Body aching, he forced himself up only to see a flurry of rocks ready to pelt him. He threw his arms up to block them a second too late, and the rocks bounced off his face. When they ricocheted off, a flash of light ricocheted...

Zane almost flinched at Darkrai's call for his demise, but still felt that energy swelling in his chest. "They'll calm down when they're unconscious," he whispered to Owen. The move was coming! He just had to stall. "Oh, they were strong all right!" Wait, he needed to convince them he killed...

Oh, they were already fighting. Everyone already had an attack out while Zane stood there yelling. He remembered fighting Brisa, frustration burning in his stomach. He had no idea how he managed any of the attacks she'd said he'd used and knew throwing a punch would do nothing. Especially...

“Yeah, save the world,” Zane mocked. “Naturally, this world’s heroes would be murderous psychopaths covered in dark ooze.” He rolled his eyes while getting a good stretch in to make sure his hammys were whammy. “Shut up and let us beat some sense into you, all right?” Zane Calls Team Spice