"Damnit," Satu swore, letting her bat drop to hit the ground when she watched as her perfectly hit softball connected with not the head she had just hit it at, but the tree behind him. Who was he? She didn't have any idea and she didn't care either. He'd walked into the danger zone while she was practicing on her own and as far as she was concerned that made him fair game. Blastoise was vehemently disagreeing from where he was settled on the bench, soaking up the rays of the sun before it faded, but he wasn't the one with the bat. Satu hadn't been the one with the bat either, not until she noticed the guy on the field. She'd been practicing her pitch. It didn't need any work, but it was satisfying to get out and practice throwing. Nothing quite beat the way it felt to whip the ball and hear it connect against the fence unless it was the sound of the ball hitting flesh because she didn't like the batter. Or just because she didn't want anyone else on her field.
And oh it got better. First the guy managed to dodge out of the way and now he was coming over to. Stranger danger, Satu thought, knocking her bat against her shoes as she leaned down to pick up another ball. This one she tossed up in the air while she waited for him to get closer. It wasn't like she was too scared. She probably should've been with everything that happened around here, but she had a bat. And a nasty little spell she'd gotten out of Leif's book. And the knowledge that her mom would be there in at max half an hour to pick her up and take her home. Or Dagmar. Whichever it was they'd do amazingly bad things to anyone who hurt her. Besides, there was a family over at the little playground they had for whatever reason. "Close enough, man," Satu declared when he was about ten feet away, holding her bat up to her shoulder. "Strange guys who wander baseball fields and come jogging at the little girl whose ball they picked up just aren't cool. Give it back." Her free hand went up like she was waiting for him to throw it.