The game has not been going well for the Terminators. They've yet to get a single run, while the Cull-aborators have been getting on the board. Luckily, the fielding has been decent, so it's only 4-0 right now. Up to bat? Battur Runman. The fans in the stand are cheering, on their feet. They seem eager to see him in action. He's Mr. Slaughter Sphere, after all. He steps up to the plate, batting right-handed. Already, the pitcher is overcome by Battur's sheer, intense demeanor. Before the pitch, Battur yells out to the stand. "THIS ONE IS FOR @armoredMorbosa ON CHITTR!!!!" The pitch is thrown. An extremely wide curveball that would a foul, if not for the psionics applied to the ball. Battur holds. Holds. Holds. Right as it enters his range he unleashes. The crack of his bat on the ball a familiar sound. Out. Of. The. Park.
