*ZIP* Risp loses a tooth.

Xion, back at Gran Da Val, grins at his antics. "See, Malta? That's the plan." Xion says to Malta, standing behind him. "Slight problem with this plan is that I don't have complete control over the chaos of the entire base. Though I can still wreak havoc on a single area."

"What about mana?" Malta says. Xion reveals a stockpile of ten X-Potions in his pocket. "Those are X-potions, not Ethers."

"True, but with Channel, anything's an Ether. I have created a technique that helps slow down my usage of Ether, which Baguba limits their supplies to 2,000 per year." Xion says, fondling his left ear (The one with the chip in it). "Now I can go in, grab a potion, and make that an easy Ether. And they don't make Ethers in 100 or 150 sizes, too." Xion gives a sly grin.