Okay, I have to say panic's probably the first thing that went 
through my mind. I mean, wouldn't you feel the same? Those were 
the moments that reminded me of why I don't go riding around in 
cars. Until, a split second later, I remembered that I was in 
one. So I opened the door and jumped out.

Someday, someone will teach me to think before I act. And to look 
up before I run straight into an ambush. And that one was a 
pretty big one, too. Well, Mother Dearest always said I was an 
idiot, didn't she?

So, yeah. Before I know it, I'm dodging bullets and fireballs, 
left and right. But I have to say, those spongies (it was the 
first time I'd seen them in their natural habitat) are really, 
really bad. I mean, those fireballs fizzled upon contact... yeah, 
yeah. I did get hit. I'm pretty darn bad, too. And please, don't 
get me started on their boomstick aim.

But you know what, after a while, jumping and running around like 
a... what's that animal called? Lobster, right? Yeah. After a 
while, jumping and running around like a lobster with its head 
cut off kinda gets tiring. And I was starting to get rather 
annoyed.

That was a good thing. When a person gets annoyed, they do stuff 
involuntarily. Some yell, some grind their teeth, some kick 
things. I shoot off bolts of energy. I looked over to everybody. 
Some were getting out of the cars, some were hesitating. 

But they were all looking rather worried. That was when that dumb 
little mind of mine started putting things together. Figuring out 
that something wasn't right was a good first step. But what? That 
took another split second. (Which meant another sponge minion 
down.)

The fireballs. Since when could spongies shoot fireballs?

So I muttered some things that would probably get my mouth 
soaped, except no one around here understands them, and good 
thing, too. Especially since not everything I had to say was just 
about the spongies and the Hell Wyrm. Yeah, I admit I was just 
really pissed at the moment, so I'm really glad the Trium and the 
rest of the JPV didn't hear or understand what I had to say about 
*them*.

That's when I saw it. It was standing there, behind the thick 
wall of sponge minions. And I knew it was the cause of this. 
Can't say how, but whenever something smelled like cat around 
here it had to do with one of them - Lyrans. And that really, 
really annoyed me.

And that's the bad side - when I'm annoyed, I don't think before 
I act. I don't think anyone does when in that state of mind. I 
mean, how much time would you spend thinking when confronted with 
one of those who destroyed your homeworld before you ran at them 
with murder in your eyes?