"So that's the Inferno Hound, huh?" Chris said, assessing their opponent. "It's a lot stronger than the reports initially gave us. What do you think we should do in this situation?"
It was the exact same thing Hemp himself would ask in this situation, but his mouth opened a few inches, then closed once more. He had no idea, truthfully.
Who knew that meathead Carlos would be right about something? He didn't like the feeling.
Being wrong. It felt wrong, which wasn't very surprising.
However, he couldn't let that show. Especially not to the man facing him expectantly. But not for a reason you'd expect.
He sighed.
It was a stroke of luck. Hemp was awakened with the ability to mimic any other ability in the world, to at least a small extent. It was called Psychic.
