He reclaims the soccerball and chases after her, doing his best to keep up. Having short legs was one of the many things he hated about being this small.

"Find me something better to kick at them and I'll give it a try!" he calls back. He'd had better equipment at home. The fireworks soccerball would be really useful right now. But he hadn't managed to reclaim all of it yet.

So he was just going to have to make use of what he had. At least he had the shoes. His soccerballs had dented steel before with the strength turned all the way up.