The Second Wielder | Ben Tennyson

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

A little late but I hope you enjoy and perhaps leave a comment or two on your way!

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Fistina broke through the wall of a jewelry store holding an expensive jeweled necklace with a satisfied smile before Ben, as XLR8, zoomed past her and snatched it out of her hands before showing off the jeweled necklace around his neck. He started running off as Fistina sent her fist following him, he quickly stopped and speeded the other way right as the arm nearly splat him to the ground.

"Tennyson!" Fistina angrily shouted, jumping up, catching her fist before nearly punching him to the ground, "I will crush you!"

"Get a grip, Fistina!" Ben mocked. Fistina launched her fist again, Ben dashing to the side, missing him.

"Stand still!"

"Ha!" Ben ran behind Fistina as her fist reattached. "How about I just vortex away all the air around you till you lose consciousness?" Ben started to run around her, slowly speeding up.

"Seriously?" Fistina laughed. "Inside this, you think I need air?" The mini-tornado became too intense to the point of unscrewing her head from her robotic body, getting her stuck on the wall as her body wobbled around dizzy as soon as Ben stopped.

"Well done, Ben." Rook praised, hopping off the truck as Jenny remained in the front seat, her legs up on the dashboard as she enjoyed eating Ben's share of chili fries. "Now to take her in." Rook walked over to try and pull her head out of the wall, struggling a bit. "It should. . . only take. . . a moment." He grunted before finally getting her out.

"Is she even going to fit in the truck? She's huge!"

"Huge?!" Fistina scoffed, taking offense to his words. "I am not huge. For an Acrosian, I am quite dainty."

"Ben, look out," Rook looked behind him to see Fistina's body try to punch him as Ben stepped to the side before trying to run only to have his tail stepped on. Rook took out his Proto-Tool and shot a net at the body, letting it struggle as it fell on top of Ben who got stuck under it, earning a snortle from Jenny.

"Oh, very effective, Plumber." Fistina praised as Ben changed back, crawling his way out and dusting himself off.

"Why'd you knock over that jewelry store, anyway?" Ben asked.

"I adore pretty things. . . such as you, little man." Fistina's comment had perked Jenny's interest, she raised her eyebrows in amusement as she raised her smoothie up to drink. "I like the way you move." Jenny nearly choked on her drink from the shock of the bold flirting.

"Yeah, I had enough of that." Jenny cringed, leaning over to honk the truck at them. Rook was about to head back before a TV caught Ben's attention.

"Huh?" Ben got a closer look to see his ex-girlfriend being on the TV. "Julie's back in town. Why didn't she call?"

"Something to ponder after we deliver the prisoner." Rook suggested.

"It's not like your ex's business is up to you anyhow," Jenny muttered, frowning into her smoothie, fiddling with the ring on her right hand.

"Hey, Fistina, you in any hurry?" Ben asked.

"No, I have a nice view."

"Understandable." Jenny nodded her head, while Rook looked mildly uncomfortable with the comment.

"Just one stop, Rook."

"We're not going to go bother your ex-girlfriend Ben," Jenny said, hopping out of the truck.