[Ken stares at Chikusa for a moment, head cocked, and then turns to look at the pumpkin. It takes a second or two, but then the light dawns bright in his eyes and he grins, all fangs. He doesn't waste any time in darting back into the fray now that Chikusa's given him a strategy, and in short order he's on top of the pumpkin, not just inviting more vine attacks but openly taunting the thing.
Whether it even understands the taunts he's yelling, who knows. It may just be reacting to his physical presence. But Ken seems to be enjoying himself. And while Ken may not be the type of person to come up with clever concepts and strategies, he's actually quite efficient in carrying them out; he's doing a pretty good job up there.
One wonders how long he can maintain it, though. There's only one Ken, and a lot of vines, and Ken's energy levels are immense but they're not limitless. He's eventually going to slow, going to tire. And already there's more than one vine striking out at him now, from different angles. The longer he keeps this up, the riskier it gets.]
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Whether it even understands the taunts he's yelling, who knows. It may just be reacting to his physical presence. But Ken seems to be enjoying himself. And while Ken may not be the type of person to come up with clever concepts and strategies, he's actually quite efficient in carrying them out; he's doing a pretty good job up there.
One wonders how long he can maintain it, though. There's only one Ken, and a lot of vines, and Ken's energy levels are immense but they're not limitless. He's eventually going to slow, going to tire. And already there's more than one vine striking out at him now, from different angles. The longer he keeps this up, the riskier it gets.]