He grinned. “Are you sure? This doesn’t seem like a situation that needs kindness,” he answered. They were sparring, after all. This was supposed to mimic an actual one on one battle with the enemy. Why would there be kindness?

It was unusual for Wilson find himself in the middle of the green cloud again. Everywhere he looked there was only a green mist. His decreased field of vision unsettled him, but his weapon wheezed out surprising reassurances. With the mask on, the gas would never hurt him. The gas wouldn’t hurt him as much as it would the others, anyways. Gramps was his weapon, after all. Still, Wilson shifted in place as he waited for the cloud to dissipate.

“Hopefully,” he agreed, but he didn’t know when that would be. “Nice. Do you want to try a course next time? I should try some more of those.” Wilson could hear the crackle of electricity and he stepped away when he saw the light, but could still see the sparks bouncing off of his coat.

HP: 28/40
Damage: 0
Charge: 3/3