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With it starting, I got into hitting mode. I tuned out the others outside the cage. The first pitch came and I slapped my bat just on the under part, fouling it back. There was a clear sound of it hitting the back fence. 

I did the rest in a similar fashion. When the machine powered down, I stepped back and headed for the gate. 

"The fouls were too high, out of reach." The catcher said. 

Surprised, I looked back at him. He had stood up and took his mask off again. Feeling some aggression, I did my best to ignore him and leave the cage. 

"He fouled them back." Noah was quick to come to my defense. "That's all he had to do. Honestly. You should be thankful that he didn't aim it at you."

I quickly shook my head. "That would be mean." Very painful if you missed and whatnot. I would feel bad if it hit him in his face mask.