(Okay, seriously the mission begins next post)
(One after this one)
The grey hair on Sub-visser's neck bristled. The andalite stood in front of him tail poised. The Sub-Visser's armor sprung wrist blades on all six of his limbs he was ready. The andalite struck but the Sub-Visser was quick, he blocked with one arm and sliced the tail with another and with one quick uppercut to the neck the andalite fell. Another came, younger, but much more swift. The Sub-Visser rapidly blocked each hit: One, two, three, four. Then the seventh blade appeared on the head and he stabed it into the andalite torso and finished with a quick slash slicing the other two hearts. Another came down in a flash, dead before he could blink, so was the next. Then came the final opponent. The blocking exercise. Each slash faster and more unpredictable then the last. The Sub-Visser's reflexes were being put to the ultimate test, until neck strike the Sub-Visser was down.
The Andalite vanished. "If that had been real." he thought to himself. "Computer number of blocks succesful." the computer replied in an almost fearful voice " One-hundred and twenty-seven blocks a new record Sub-Visser." The Sub-Visser was infuriated " A new record by TWO STRIKES!" the Sub-Visser contiued his self scolding. "LUCK! VARIBLES! WITH THOSE IT DOSEN'T MATTER DOES IT?" the computer's voice became rushed and fearful "You are right as always Sub-Visser." The Sub-Visser's host mind spoke. "<You lack flow. You lack instinct. You use nothing but your body and your tools. That is why you fail. Despite your intelect you use none of your cunning and replace it with brute strength.>" "<Silence I am not one of your students I am your master.>" "<You think so Sub-Visser but how can you be when you can't even master yourself>"
