"How is it up there ol' chum?" Fletcher asked glibly. He was clearly enjoying this.

"Just fine Fletch. Try and keep the channel clear, ok?" Most Alchemist's communicated by the merging of their consciousnesses. This posed a serious problem, however, given the atypical nature of Fletcher's mind. The Raven Aegis had long since abandoned attempted to communicate this way and had tamper-free ear pieces that they communicated across long distances with.

"Sure, sure, whatever. Remember, you're just here to back me up. I doubt I'll need it but if things get out of hand you can light'm up. They'll never see it coming," Isaiah was on a hilltop about 200 yards away with Isabella. The area underneath the floating orb was well within his sights. 

"Unless they hear about it from you, now keep it quiet Fletcher!"

"Yes, Mom,"

Fletcher gently strolled toward the little Chrono and the orb she was guarding. Her challenge rang out. A man with a mask was propelled into the air by what appeared to be a sonic boom. Simultaneously, the bitch who had been protecting the fresh meat earlier launched her attack against the masked man. 

"Isaiah...how badly do you actually want to win?" Fletcher heard a loud sigh on the other end of the line,

"Well, I don't really care if we win. We just had better not lose. I'm not in the mood to be humiliated today," 

"Perfect,"

Fletcher slowly crept in a circle behind the car that the bitch was standing on top of. He could see her whelp sitting helplessly inside. A furrowed brow and look of determination had replaced his mischievous smile. He pulled from his pack a mine that Isaiah had given him. This one was loaded not with Anti-Alchemical Gas but good old-fashioned plastic explosive. Making the necessary adjustments, he armed the mine and affixed it to the underside of the car. It was a shaped charge so the blast would merely flip the car end-over-end, not cause the entire thing to explode.

Fletcher thought for a minute about how much fun a giant fireball would have been instead but quickly dismissed it. No point in crying over missed opportunities. Live in the present. That's his fourth foster had always said.

As he slithered away from the car, Fletcher took a wide circle back to his original location. Right as the masked man's attack was about to land, Fletcher entered the fray calmly, hands by his side. In one hand he held the detonator. Right as the little Chrono reacted to the masked man's attack, he clicked the small red button, his hands shaking a little with excitement.