The combined force of holy bullets and a psychic lance stopped the brute,
for a moment. The beast lay in the middle, with Ted on his left, and Koishi
on his right. It roared, a rim of shadow appearing around the outline of
its form. Said form reduced in the twinkling of an eye to reveal a creature
much more lithe and skinny, compared to the muscle-bound monster that had
just assailed them. Indeed, its form was so agile and light that it hovered
a few inches off the ground. At this size, even Ted might boast of being
taller.
But they had other things to worry about rather than height, just then. In
addition to forcing a transformation, Koishi's attack had disturbed what
limited intelligence it had. The Man Beast lost all grasp of tactics,
positioning, or even variation, instead performing the same action over and
over until all threats were dead. Perhaps beyond.
It stuck one leg out and spun at incredible speeds. Wind, dust, and even
the heavy rocks that littered the battlefield went on a journey, being
tossed up everywhere. Out of reflex, Ted jumped away as one among many of
the earthy merry-go-round swung by. In the heat of battle, he had forgotten
all about the flight pin. It demanded remembrance now, as he found himself
on the side of a wall, with reduced gravity slipping him slowly down.
That's it, he thought. With the space-like gravity, he might just
know a way to approach the mad whirlwind. Going horizontally, on
land, was a hopeless gamble. Rocks were being replaced and redistributed
with far too much velocity to make that even remotely safe. But
above...he'd chance it.
Ted kicked off, performing his first wall jump. As he'd hoped, he had
bounded across the room, specks of dirt being kicked up in his face as he
went. He'd have one chance, before touching down on Koishi's side and being
on dangerous ground. At the peak of his arc, when he was directly above the
creature, he tipped his satchel towards it, loosing a great multitude of
heavy objects. Old furniture, rocks, and even a broken car all made their
way down. It was a gamble still; he hoped that Koishi would not be caught
in Ted's junk avalanche. He'd have shouted his hare-brained scheme towards
her, if he could, but the fierce winds emanating from their enemy rendered
that impossible. But if these objects were heavy enough, and the winds not
so fierce as they seemed, Ted might just manage to hoist their foe on his
own petard.
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The combined force of holy bullets and a psychic lance stopped the brute, for a moment. The beast lay in the middle, with Ted on his left, and Koishi on his right. It roared, a rim of shadow appearing around the outline of its form. Said form reduced in the twinkling of an eye to reveal a creature much more lithe and skinny, compared to the muscle-bound monster that had just assailed them. Indeed, its form was so agile and light that it hovered a few inches off the ground. At this size, even Ted might boast of being taller.
But they had other things to worry about rather than height, just then. In addition to forcing a transformation, Koishi's attack had disturbed what limited intelligence it had. The Man Beast lost all grasp of tactics, positioning, or even variation, instead performing the same action over and over until all threats were dead. Perhaps beyond.
It stuck one leg out and spun at incredible speeds. Wind, dust, and even the heavy rocks that littered the battlefield went on a journey, being tossed up everywhere. Out of reflex, Ted jumped away as one among many of the earthy merry-go-round swung by. In the heat of battle, he had forgotten all about the flight pin. It demanded remembrance now, as he found himself on the side of a wall, with reduced gravity slipping him slowly down. That's it, he thought. With the space-like gravity, he might just know a way to approach the mad whirlwind. Going horizontally, on land, was a hopeless gamble. Rocks were being replaced and redistributed with far too much velocity to make that even remotely safe. But above...he'd chance it.
Ted kicked off, performing his first wall jump. As he'd hoped, he had bounded across the room, specks of dirt being kicked up in his face as he went. He'd have one chance, before touching down on Koishi's side and being on dangerous ground. At the peak of his arc, when he was directly above the creature, he tipped his satchel towards it, loosing a great multitude of heavy objects. Old furniture, rocks, and even a broken car all made their way down. It was a gamble still; he hoped that Koishi would not be caught in Ted's junk avalanche. He'd have shouted his hare-brained scheme towards her, if he could, but the fierce winds emanating from their enemy rendered that impossible. But if these objects were heavy enough, and the winds not so fierce as they seemed, Ted might just manage to hoist their foe on his own petard.