The red dot they saw through the VR headset was the mythical beast. It was floating a few meters in front of them, gazing directly at Root.
"Why is it here?" He asked, confusion evident in his voice.
"It seems to like your weird squeals." Oliver raised his hand, "Let me prove it to you." He aimed for Root's head once again.
But this time, Root was prepared; he dodged the incoming fist by tilting his head to the side.
"Boss!" He shouted in exasperation. "If you want me to scream, shout, squeal, or cry, just say it. You don't have to throw your fist around," He said.
"Oh! I could do that!"
As if he had just realized it, Oliver nodded.
Root released a vexed sigh.
At least, his boss was someone who could be influenced by words. He was relieved.
But while they talked, the mythical beast lost interest and was about to fly away.
Seeing this, Oliver motioned for Root and asked him to make the same sound again.