(This is a bit of a personal trainin'. If you want to join, PM me.)
Rem 1.1/Flash 3.3
Rem 1.1/Flash 3.3
It was another hot day in the Wilt'no. Then again, when was it ever cold during the daytime? Rem wiped the sweat from his face and muttered to himself, "I'm glad I don't live here."
"Of course you are," his friend, Flash, said. "I don't know how people can survive here." The Ferrikoon was persipiring heavily, his fur slick with his own sweat. "C'mon, let's get started. We got some training to do."
"Training for what?" Rem squinted his eyes at the bright sand all around him. "There's no reason to fight, really..."
"... But I've heard there's a tournament in the Slums," Flash countered. "And you gotta admit, we do need some money. If we have more money, then you can whatever you want."
Rem hesitated. "Fine. I suppose I can go along with that."