Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-34458033-20170119023639/@comment-26426764-20170204005413

Salsa was surprisingly calm with the whole situation. His first rule of fighting: Never let them see you're scared. "Mayonnaise," he began.

"Y-Yeah?"

"You should get outta here. Slither yourself out of another problem." He tried covering her from attacks.

"Alright... But if you die, it's your fault!" She shouted, as she started slithering away as fast as he could.

With her gone, Salsa was free to be himself. "Listen, boy!" He clenched his fist and grinned. "Now you face Salsa of the Condiment Crew. And I ain't one to lose easy, so you better fight well!"