Wally, as much as it frustrated him, knew that he wasn't going to be of any use in this fight, so he had simply been focusing on staying out of the way and trying to avoid looking at the pixels and getting a major headache from those screeches it kept letting out. That last one, though... His head was going to be pounding for a week after this, with the way that felt. And the bird trying to hit him with that ball? Not helping. But thankfully, he managed to catch it before it hit; he had enough speed left for that.
When he looked back at the glitch, it was starting to cool down again after its little freakout. Except... it was a bird now? A flamingo? Wally couldn't help but bark out a laugh at the absurdity. How had a glitch become... that? This was ridiculous!
And yet, he still felt like he'd seen worse.
With the bird still struggling, Wally did a quick analysis of the situation. Their opponent had turned from a jumbled mess of shrieking pixels into a flamingo. The others were all still poised to attack, and he knew they'd keep up until this was finished. He'd come racing to the rescue, and all he'd gotten out of it was a raging headache. And the glitch/bird thing was practically defeated already. He might as well just go ahead and leave.
But headaches tended to make Wally a mite irritable, and vindictive at that. So instead of leaving it to those who could actually do something about it, he scowled at it, took aim, and threw the ball in his hand straight at the flamingo's head. Maybe he could give it a headache.
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When he looked back at the glitch, it was starting to cool down again after its little freakout. Except... it was a bird now? A flamingo? Wally couldn't help but bark out a laugh at the absurdity. How had a glitch become... that? This was ridiculous!
And yet, he still felt like he'd seen worse.
With the bird still struggling, Wally did a quick analysis of the situation. Their opponent had turned from a jumbled mess of shrieking pixels into a flamingo. The others were all still poised to attack, and he knew they'd keep up until this was finished. He'd come racing to the rescue, and all he'd gotten out of it was a raging headache. And the glitch/bird thing was practically defeated already. He might as well just go ahead and leave.
But headaches tended to make Wally a mite irritable, and vindictive at that. So instead of leaving it to those who could actually do something about it, he scowled at it, took aim, and threw the ball in his hand straight at the flamingo's head. Maybe he could give it a headache.