Spike crept cautiously along the edge of the bush, his green, cactus-like form blending into the undergrowth. His single, wide eye darted from side to side as he gripped a spiked grenade, ready to fire at the slightest motion. "There's something in there... I know it," he whispered, his spikes bristling with nervous energy.

Spike[/@ch_2]'s attention. The golden glow of the setting sun glints off the tips of his spiked projectiles. With a swift, practiced motion, he unleashes a barrage, the grenades bursting into a flurry of thorns and petals that shred the tangled foliage.] Spike watches intently as his shots tear through the thicket, leaves flying and branches snapping. For a moment, all is still, save for the settling dust and drifting petals. He narrows his eye, heart pounding, as he steps forward to investigate.

Shelly[/@ch_1], her purple hair wild, her shotgun gripped tight, crouching low among the ruins of the bush.] Shelly's eyes lock onto Spike. A cold, determined glint flashes across her face, and she moves with the speed of a seasoned hunter. "You should've stayed out, Spike," she warns, her voice low and steady.

Spike[/@ch_2] hesitates, Shelly springs into action. The golden light flickers through the shredded bush, illuminating her as she aims her shotgun directly at him. The air crackles with tension as she pulls the trigger, unleashing a deafening blast.] Spike's body is peppered with pellets, his spikes rattling as he stumbles backward. The force of the blast sends a shower of leaves into the air, and a sharp pain radiates through his limbs. "No! I thought... I thought I had you," he gasps, trying to steady himself.

Shelly[/@ch_1] advances, her boots crunching over broken branches. Spike desperately lobs another grenade, but his aim falters, the projectile bouncing harmlessly off a nearby rock.] "You can't win when you walk into a trap," Shelly taunts, her voice unwavering. She readies her shotgun for another shot, eyes never leaving her opponent. Spike glances around, searching for an escape, but the bush has become a cage.

Shelly[/@ch_1]'s triumphant silhouette and Spike's battered form slumped against a rock. The once-hidden bush, now laid bare, is silent except for the soft sigh of the wind.] "Next time, look before you shoot," Shelly says quietly, lowering her weapon. Spike manages a weak chuckle, admitting defeat as the scene fades into dusk.