top_spinnin | Second Spin - [Accidental Audio]

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Second Spin - [Accidental Audio]

Well, I wasn't expecting anything like that...

I think I can see why that guy was getting so annoyed at me mentioning showing you how to look those old posts up. But definitely entertaining.

I don't know if I'd call it that. And I really don't want to know what he'd do if he found out we were looking at that stuff.

Umm... About that, Top. I think he might know already. You kind of have your D-comm recording at the moment.

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*Gloves continues swinging* Put me down and I'll give you something to really laugh at.

*Top is looking a little annoyed at being waved off.* I said put him down, Quick.

How about no.

And why don't you get lost, Toppy. I'll even let you off the hook.

*Gloves continues struggling, though this is really starting to hurt.* Little help here?

No. I'm not getting lost. Drop him, Quick.

*turns to stare at Top this time, gives Gloves a really good shake* Make me.

*Gloves stops struggling at the shake, whimpering.*

*Top actually glares at Quick, clenching his hands into fists. He's not as confident as he's trying to act though, and it may show.* Put him down, and leave him alone, Quick.

Give me one good reason to, Sir Spinsalot. Otherwise I'm going through with my threat and making this idiot eat his gloves.

*moves forward to try to grab the wrist of the arm holding his partner* Because if you don't, you're going to be dealing with me.

*quickly moves to the side, just out of reach* Yeah? And what if I want to deal with you?

*doing his best to smirk at Quick, trying to hide how scared he is* Then deal with me now, you old hunk of junk. And you know you can always catch him later to deal with. How many chances are you likely to get with one of Shadow's linemates other than the traitor?

Or are you scared?

The toy is calling me a hunk of junk? Alright, Toppy, lets go. *flings Gloves at the nearest trash can* But I hope you know that you just picked the worst possible time to grow a spine.

*distracted for a moment at the Digimon being thrown and hitting the garbage can with a yelp* Gloves, go now. Get out of here.

But-

I can handle this. And as for this being the worst time? I'll be the judge, Quick.

*calls up a large boomerang, not wasting another second before charging and swinging the blade at him*

*tries to dodge out of the way as well as he can, but his reaction isn't nearly fast enough to avoid the blade. He doesn't even try to hide the pained whimper.*

*Gloves isn't running yet, just staring at the two robots right now.*

This isn't going to take long. *disappears in a blur, reappearing behind Top and slicing downward at his shoulder*

*goes from franticly looking for where Quick went to yelping at the blade slicing into his shoulder*

*Gloves stares at how fast this guy is. They really weren't exaggerating when they called him Quick.*

*rips it back out, grinning as he reels back to smack Top with the flat side of the boomerang*

*whimpers in pain at the boomerang getting yanked out, which is shortly followed by a startled yelp at getting smacked*

*Gloves growls in annoyance as he gets to his feet, debating how to help his tamer.*

*zips in the direction Top got smacked, reeling back to hit him back the other way*

*yelps in surprise at the next hit, before trying to stop himself*

*Gloves is still watching, waiting for a good chance to do something. He's not running.*

*zips around again, this time kicking at Top to send him upward and readying to slice into him when he comes down again*

*yelps as he finds himself getting kicked up in the air before he really has a chance to react*

*Gloves, however, has had about enough and is currently trying to sneaking in closer.*

*Top might want to watch how he comes down as there's a chance he could get sliced in half when Quick swings*

*not paying attention to the digimon, so that's not hard*

*realizing Quick's intent, tries his best to control what's likely to be a rough landing with a painful result so that he doesn't end up sliced in half. Though, of course, he knows something is likely to get cut off.*

*Gloves continues moving closer, almost ready to try attacking the robot.*

*swings, not really aiming for anything in particular, laughing at the sound of shredding metal against his blade*

*screams as he feels the blade slicing through part of his midsection. Not enough to slice him in half, but certainly enough to do serious damage. Once he lads, he doesn't even try moving*

*Gloves is a different story though, as he uses this as an opportunity to try attacking the one hurting his tamer, fists flying.*

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