[Alas, it's as if Walter's memory exists on a separate plane from Zelda in the same realm. Sure enough, the rain falls and does nothing to douse the fire, which dissipates on its own.
The barrier stands, but Walter doubts it'll work.
Stingle charges. Cursing his distraction—he was more focused in his actual past, he knows—Walter dodges to the side this time, aiming a roundhouse kick using the momentum. It ghosts through the body, deemed irregular by his own memory, but Stingle recoils in another direction, where Walter had hit in the real past.
The man says nothing, not even a grunt. Melanie, on the other hand, is vocal about preparing her next eres, and swinging her hips quite provocatively while at it.
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The barrier stands, but Walter doubts it'll work.
Stingle charges. Cursing his distraction—he was more focused in his actual past, he knows—Walter dodges to the side this time, aiming a roundhouse kick using the momentum. It ghosts through the body, deemed irregular by his own memory, but Stingle recoils in another direction, where Walter had hit in the real past.
The man says nothing, not even a grunt. Melanie, on the other hand, is vocal about preparing her next eres, and swinging her hips quite provocatively while at it.
This is going to be hectic very fast.]