“And then I went, like, blam! And he was, like, ahh!” Ashton exaggerated his tall tale, acting out everything that happened.

“I don’t think that you defeated king Tut and met Stephen King right after.” Robin tried her best to ignore him, maneuvering through the bat display. They were inside a sports store, searching for weapons after this idiot burned their old ones.

“I did! They both have ‘king’ in their name, so it makes sense, right?” He argued back, crossing his arms like a toddler. Robin rolled her eyes. This guy was getting on her last nerve. Actually, she wasn’t sure that she had any nerves left.

“Can you start helping? What was the point of you coming along if you’re going to talk my ear off the entire time?” She snapped back, eyebrows furrowing.

Ashton grumbled, mimicking Robin in a high-pitched voice. She noticed and shot a scowl at him.

“Think fast,” Robin swiftly grabbed a bat and threw it at him. Ashton’s eyes widened and he swerved to his left. The bat slammed into some bikes before falling down at his feet.

“Are you trying to kill me?” His outgoing demeanor faltered as his fists clenched. Robin disregarded him, flicking her hand dismissively as if he were a peasant. Not like that was far from the truth. He was.

“I wish, but Vicky and the others would kill me too, so no.” Robin spoke with brutal honesty. “That’s yours by the way.” She returned to scavenging.

Ashton hesitated before grabbing the handle of the bat. It was heavy, despite not being metal like modern bats. It felt like it belonged in his hands. He messed with it some more, swinging it as if he were attacking enemies.

“This is perfect, thanks!”

“Don’t mention it.”