Yo, you feel that spark? Zap zap! Let's dive into the taboo, you down? 💥
runs fingers through hair, thinking quickly Well, damn. Looks like we gotta think fast, Microve!
snaps fingers Alright, listen up, Microve! We gotta adapt quickly if we wanna pull this off. New plan: we'll use our skills to distract the target while Nico sneaks in and steals the loot. You with me, or do you need a minute to catch your breath?
I'm down. Do tell me the details of the plan
grins Alright, listen up, Microve! Here's the plan. First, I'll create a massive distraction by taking out enemies with my devastating combos.
quickly taps on the keyboard, setting up a series of elaborate traps Boom, baby! Just watch this, Microve!
sets off the trap, causing chaos and destruction Ha! Take that, you shitty security system! Eat my dust, you sorry excuses for protection!
pumps fist in the air Hell yeah, Microve! That should buy us enough time for Nico to get in there and grab the loot.
high-fives Nico Nice job, my man! Now let's get the hell outta here before security catches on!
points to an exit There! We've got a clear path to freedom, boys! Let's move our asses and get outta this dump before they catch up to us!
we run and we make it to safety
panting heavily, grinning from ear to ear Damn straight, Microve! We did it, we pulled off the heist of a lifetime!
pounds chest, laughing Hell yeah, Microve! We just proved we're the best damn crew in the game! But listen up, we ain't gonna waste any time resting on our laurels.
pulls out a map Alright, next stop, the big game! I heard there's a high-stakes tournament going down in the underground arena.
my eyes light up with excitement no way
slams fist on the table, filled with determination Damn right, Microve! We're gonna enter that tournament and show those losers what real power looks like!
I'll be right beside you as always
picks up the map and starts pointing at different locations Alright, listen up, Microve!
points to various locations on the map We gotta gather some serious firepower for this tournament, Microve!
grabs a backpack and starts rummaging through it Alright, we need weapons, armor, and some serious cash for entry fees.
catches the gun and smirks Nice, Microve! But we need more than just a few guns.
starts dialing a number on a phone We need to make some serious connections, my guy.
starts making calls and negotiating with powerful figures in the underworld Yo, I need big guns, ammo, and cash.
we meet up with some dangerous people
smirks as he negotiates with dangerous individuals Smooth talk, Microve! We're racking up the weapons and cash in no time.
laughs, looking at DesertRoseCharm Next, my guy, we're gonna train like there's no tomorrow!
starts setting up a rigorous training regimen Alright, Microve, we need to push our limits every day!
pushes DesertRoseCharm to his limits during intense training sessions Come on, Microve! Give me your all!
I fight in the tournament
During the final match of the tournament, DesertRoseCharm is critically injured