What followed, was a wild chase as Zeta ran after the dog while Fly floated above for a few minutes. Zeta was getting angry that he couldn’t even touch the dice. Even his flames couldn’t harm it. Five minutes passed, ten,… fifteen. Zeta panted wearily. He’d put everything into trying to pounce the dog and bring him down.

Fly landed and simply watched. It wouldn’t do him any good to try to do anything because Zeta might wind up in the way. At one point, the dog was laying right next to him, sticking his tongue out at him.

“Stand…” Zeta panted, slowing in his movements. “Still!”

“I haven’t lifted a foot!” Energy let his tongue loll out of his mouth, not panting or looking the least bit tired.