Tart! [There's an air of chipperness, of enjoyment there that is normally utterly lacking. She looks over to him as she takes aim for another slash, this one at the outstretched whipping arm.]
Throw your shield at his head! I have an idea based upon the square-cube law!
[After her slash, Belt is going to be trying to get behind the giant monster.]
--the back of its neck! If we could get him turned around or at least slow him down so I can shoot it like that arm--
[ since that arm just straight up exploded. Rook is pretty quick despite not getting all of his Guild enhancements back, so when he notices the shadow target him, he continues to be light and fast on his feet, trying to get out of the way and either jump or duck and roll when the whip of flame tries to hit him.
... though he does aim the gun and shoots again. This time at its leg area, if there are any exposed joints. Maybe getting it to fall momentarily can buy him the few seconds he needs. ]
[Shuu has temporarily regained energy and may breathe like a normal bird now.
Otacon's scream is more alarming than annoying!
Garnet twists out the way just in time, only recieving a light burn across the stomach for her efforts. In rushing the shadow, the fork activates with that pleasant hum, sending up a shield of blue, shifting octagons that repel the flame back with a shockwave of force.
Belt's slash is just slow enough to miss, the already-molten part of her weapon catching to the whipping arm and momentarily jolting her across the floor with her face in the flames. Good thing she's still got her shield. :|b The journey across the floor will leave her incredibly bruised, but her sword gives way with momentum enough to send her behind the golem.
With Belt being tossed across the floor, Rook is successfully able to dodge the attack, rolling out of the way and popping back up to take a shot directly to the shadow's ankle, which gives way immediately. It crumples to one knee, lashing out its whipping arms in all directions for one last attempt.]
[taking advantage of his second wind to flap straight up into the air, shield firmly grasped by his feet - soaring up and diving at the shadow's head, releasing his grasp on the shield so that it hopefully hits the shadow in the head. ...though, the state of his weak wing hasn't been helped by his Technic-moving efforts, and he's never been a particularly athletic bird... so who knows how well that's going to go.
[IT'S GOOD ENOUGH because gonna use that distraction to go ahead and tackle the beastie.]
[After all, he'd have to recover forward if the shield hits him, and that would, hopefully, put him right on the ground for Rook to fire at point blank into the head.]
[Fire whips? Haha. That is for people who aren't immune to fire.]
[ yes, good. Now that it's on a knee, Rook half runs toward the shadow and half around it, trying to dodge its arms as best as he can but it's not the priority here, so he'll carry on whether or not anything singes or smacks. Running like that will leave him close to the shadow itself when he gets behind it and aims at that area of its neck.
He's close so he not only makes sure he hits it while it's open, but so it hits it hard and close and hopefully this will work like the arm. ]
[The blow aimed for Otacon and Garnet misses by a mile. They are both safe.
Shuu's shield sails cleanly into the shadow's head, knocking it back and sending a pained roar in his direction. With its attention drawn, Belt's tackle is enough to topple its balance. With no hands to catch itself, the only thing it can do is extend its whips wildly, over walls and floors and furnace alike, in an attempt to ward off anyone else and keep itself from becoming prone.
Rook is safe. Garnet is safe. Otacon is safe. He may pee a little out of stress. Belt is safe. Shuu is safe. Technic's unconscious body gets an arm of energy straight through the middle of his thigh.
The shadow's efforts are in vain, because in its state, it can't shake Rook away. The shot clears its neck, its head blowing off with a wailing scream and an enormous cloud of smoke.]
[The metal falls to pieces, clattering against the floor. What was once energy was now a sooted and charred shadow of Technic, smoke rising from his body.
[managing to land without plowing into the floor, but yeah, his wing is definitely not happy after the shit he put it through, and he looks generally out of breath and singed and ruffled. but hey, he's okay!
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hunkering down on top of Technic's torso with his shield up to rest for a bit.
orz]
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If she successfully ducks under it, she's going to (unwisely) rush at it and try whacking it with the fork. ]
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Throw your shield at his head! I have an idea based upon the square-cube law!
[After her slash, Belt is going to be trying to get behind the giant monster.]
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[ since that arm just straight up exploded. Rook is pretty quick despite not getting all of his Guild enhancements back, so when he notices the shadow target him, he continues to be light and fast on his feet, trying to get out of the way and either jump or duck and roll when the whip of flame tries to hit him.
... though he does aim the gun and shoots again. This time at its leg area, if there are any exposed joints. Maybe getting it to fall momentarily can buy him the few seconds he needs. ]
Why does it have to try and kill us?!
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Otacon's scream is more alarming than annoying!
Garnet twists out the way just in time, only recieving a light burn across the stomach for her efforts. In rushing the shadow, the fork activates with that pleasant hum, sending up a shield of blue, shifting octagons that repel the flame back with a shockwave of force.
Belt's slash is just slow enough to miss, the already-molten part of her weapon catching to the whipping arm and momentarily jolting her across the floor with her face in the flames. Good thing she's still got her shield. :|b The journey across the floor will leave her incredibly bruised, but her sword gives way with momentum enough to send her behind the golem.
With Belt being tossed across the floor, Rook is successfully able to dodge the attack, rolling out of the way and popping back up to take a shot directly to the shadow's ankle, which gives way immediately. It crumples to one knee, lashing out its whipping arms in all directions for one last attempt.]
PATHETIC
IT'S ALL PATHETIC
NO ONE NEEDS TO KNOW
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Oh god, tentacles.
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I hope this is what you were asking for, Belt!]
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[After all, he'd have to recover forward if the shield hits him, and that would, hopefully, put him right on the ground for Rook to fire at point blank into the head.]
[Fire whips? Haha. That is for people who aren't immune to fire.]
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He's close so he not only makes sure he hits it while it's open, but so it hits it hard and close and hopefully this will work like the arm. ]
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Shuu's shield sails cleanly into the shadow's head, knocking it back and sending a pained roar in his direction. With its attention drawn, Belt's tackle is enough to topple its balance. With no hands to catch itself, the only thing it can do is extend its whips wildly, over walls and floors and furnace alike, in an attempt to ward off anyone else and keep itself from becoming prone.
Rook is safe.
Garnet is safe.
Otacon is safe. He may pee a little out of stress.
Belt is safe.
Shuu is safe.
Technic's unconscious body gets an arm of energy straight through the middle of his thigh.
The shadow's efforts are in vain, because in its state, it can't shake Rook away. The shot clears its neck, its head blowing off with a wailing scream and an enormous cloud of smoke.]
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He doesn't move. Only watches.]
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[ rushing over to drop down next to him. ]
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Ah--I see you've rejoined us.
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... that's all. Just that. ]
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[I AM BATTERED AND BRUISED AND LOVING THIS SHIT.]
It was a good fight. But please do not lie again.
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also, watching the shadow back.]
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