Zander rolls and cracks his shoulders. "I need to find something to really use my strength on. I think I'm losing my edge fighting small fry all the time lately."

|| I'm still very sick and sore. I might just take a break from everything until I feel less like dirt.

|| '^'

|| I could.

|| You did not just call ME a punk, you punk.

|| Listen here, punk, I ain't no punk, you're a punk you little punk.

|| I'm getting better in some ways, getting worse in others. I hate this season with all my might.

Zander looks to the sky and claps his hands. Minutes later, it begins to snow. "I've had enough. The heat is messing with my animals."

|| I can't promise I feel well enough to do replies but I will mess around a little on the TL tonight. I think I figured out how to fix my neck and I'm trying it out tonight.

Makes it snow over Vergil.'s house too.

He was just trying to spare her from the heat...