Fischl X Slime - Race To The Finish -vicineko- -

The slime, true to its nature, didn't steer. It squished . It compressed itself into a flattened disc to slide under collapsing pillars, then re-inflated mid-air, bouncing off a ruin guard's disconnected fist to gain altitude. Fischl, meanwhile, was shouting incantations while desperately yanking her lance-left, narrowly avoiding a cactus. Her hair, a magnificent silver mane, whipped in the wind like a battle standard.

Fischl stared. Then, with the gravitas of a queen accepting a crown, she took it. "You fight with honor, creature. I shall call you… Sir Bounceton." Fischl x Slime - Race to the Finish -ViciNeko-

"Oh no," Oz muttered.