"U-ugh, you could have told me that before..." Bishop groaned, his hand to his face. "How on Earth was I supposed to know that bullets that work like Pokeballs are even possible?"<br/><br/><br/>"Technology has made large advances, Bishop." Isaac said, a hand to his chin. "It's a surprise, to be sure. I wonder what other marvels humans can create?"<br/><br/><br/>"At least the poor Weedle will be safe..." Clarice sighed.<br/><br/><br/>"Hah, worrying about the Weedle. We were almost rushed by a swarm of Beedrill because of that little guy. 'Course, it was Freya's fault to begin with, haw!" Prometheus quipped.<br/><br/><br/>"So I'm always the bad guy, is that it!?" Freya huffed, crossing her arms and turning her back on the group.<br/><br/><br/>"Don't take it personally, Freya. You acted without thinking. If I stopped getting on your case for that, that wouldn't be fair to Bishop." Isaac stated.<br/><br/><br/>"Ugh, don't bring me into this." Bishop groaned. "So we're all okay? Because I'd like to finish my meal before the ground splits in two and demons come pouring out of it, if that isn't too much to ask. As the day goes on, that's looking less and less farfetched."