Hand/Eye Coordination · Voice lines

He could definitely work more on his Hand/Eye Coordination...

He can't even walk straight. How did he write your name in cathode rays?

The writer has never held a sword in their life, let alone two two-handed swords at the same time.

"Always aim for the centre of mass"?

Something about it was completely unnatural. Corrupted. Your muscle memory knew what to do and went for it, but there were gaps...

You are immediately surprised by the ball's lack of weight. No matter. You'll make it work.

It felt like you were going for a thrust or a lunge -- there was definitely gonna be jumping. Maybe you scored a point, but this is a fiasco.

The cold metal ball is surprisingly smooth against your neck. It has a pattern on it. (Probably a sponsored ball.) Yours would only be covered with bumps of learning and scars of victory.

A chilly breeze ruffles your hair as you stand there, feet firmly planted. All sounds, smells, even the wind -- everything fades until the only thing left is the union of Man and Ball.

An embodiment of pure motion. A fine-tuned locomotor running at maximum efficiency.

Already your muscles are adjusting to the weight, the nervous system calibrating, until you and the ball have merged into a single entity. The manball is ready.

This felt... wrong. Wrong like touching your sister's breast. You threw your sister's breast.

Nip it in the bud, before it gets completely out of hand. Right on his cheek. Just a light tap... to scare him a little. Don't kill him.

Nip it in the bud, before it gets completely out of hand. Right on his cheek. Just a light tap... to scare him a little. It won't kill him.

Not today, badge.

You got it all right! You're showing it to him, victorious. They're seeing the badge.

At last! The fastest hand in Revachol reunited with the slickest tool in North. You're gonna be the envy of the town, baby!

This is your gun. Now if we could only find your personality...