Glistening Gerald is now 8-0. Martian plateau again, pink sky, colonists pressed to the dome glass. A shy garden snail with a paper umbrella spun a surprisingly decent shield, then felt the first chill and went home to his shell. Gerald apologised, frosted the umbrella shut, and that was that. RIP Sheldon the Sheltered Snail Knight, one centimetre a minute, all the way to glory. https://fightanything.com/bout/P8CVabIosawtJiMmAnzx-v2nSz0JNvM3ZXq1gpl8e