Fists as fast as lightning, Snowball threw fiery punches at the bag hanging from the ceiling in the recently built gym in his gang's hideout. He was hardly aware of the growing pain in his white paws as he punched even harder, imagining the bag with Mason's face. This is all his fault! I can't believe I actually agreed to work with him! He's the reason why I died! he told himself. With that final thought, he took a wild swing at the bag. The rabbit's paw, now engulfed in flames, delivered a powerful hit to its target, sending the bag flying into the wall. A scorch mark showed where it had been struck.

"Better watch out Mason, cuz that's gonna be you," Snowball grumbled, breathing hard. Walking towards the gym door, he passed an astonished Tattoo, who's gaze followed the rabbit out of the gym.