Zone D -- The Foam

[The Future Warrior]

"Well, it should be on out that way." Graowr lifted a hand, pointing out to the south.

"Riiiight into the deepest part of the flooding. Great." Archer just shook his head. "Nothing like a night-time swim in murky waters off the coast of a murder island."

"I can't swim," the blue demon girl piped up as the started off. "But it's okay. I just kind of sink, and walk on the bottom and stuff."

Somehow, the secret agent wasn't surprised. But that did leave one kind of question, which he was just about equally torn on whether he really wanted to know the answer to. "And when you need to breathe...?"

"Oh, I don't need to do that." She shrugged. "I can breathe in and out and stuff but I don't..." She waved a hand idly, trying to drum up the right words. "...you know, actually...need to? I just don't process it or really need it to survive. It's kind of handy. Somebody tried to choke me in a fight once. It didn't go well for them!"

The agent just lifted a hand to rub gingerly at his throat, while Cell snickered quite audibly from his position a pace or two behind them. "Even if you could breathe and got choked out...be hard to tell when you were running out of air. You're already blue," the giant green cricket rasped, with a chuckle that trailed off into silent amusement.

"Oh, right! Hey, uh..." Graowr hurried her pace a little to catch up and match stride with Archer, looking up at him. "How's your head doing?"

"Oh, you know, great. Just feels like a bell after a wedding." He shook his head, with a low groan. A hand came up to his eyes, rubbing at his face.

The azure demonette just blinked once, not really catching the sarcasm. "Oh. So you're doing okay then, great! I was worried you might still not be doing so well. That fight in the Colosseum was pretty rough and all."

The only response was a groan from the suited man and an indistinct grumble from the bio-bug.

Colosseum Bros moving out: D7 to D11