Since Gnatz is gone the scorpion will try to the the other on. This time he comes from directly under the enemy trying to either spike him on his tail or grap him with it.
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[Mountain Path]
Grantz stays hovered in the air. Rakshasa acts as a decoy and puts up a defensive stance staying in one place, due to that he does not see the scorpion tail come out of the ground and the tail impales itself somewhere on the torso.
Being a Demon Rakshasa tries to grab the tail to use his body as an anchor to keep the attacker in place while Amir preps his C4.
((After this is Amir's turn but since what I did needs a response from the scorpion, who's turn is next then?))
Adir finishes his preparations a moment later. The stag stands and runs over, presuming that Rakshasa can hold the tail in place. If he can, Adir will attach his explosives, fitting the sticky shaped charge into crevices along the scorpion's tail.
Then it's time to run for cover. The blast shouldn't be large enough to really wound Rakshasa, but the stag still hopes this summoned demon can get away before he sets off the explosives.
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Thenadier growls at the devil. He.....really hated demons. He had once been possessed by a powerful one and had murdered Reinholdt while under its control. He walks menacingly. With every word a slow step towards the devil, sword drawn. "I am no mortal anymore thanks to one of your kind demon. I haven't been in the material planes for seven years. I returned a mere week ago. Once again due to one of your kind. I have no soul worth takin' no more! Once more a demons fault. Or devil. Couldn' be sure about it. Either way. You are one of them. Yer tail, yer horns...Demon!" He rushes to the demon to stab him, before stopping his charge halfway. "No you fool! It was that kind of thinkin' that got ye into this mess!" He stops before rushing to push the devil away from the cloud monster. "Move ya cackhanded hellspawn!"
Mateo is quite captivated by the song, and heads in the direction from which it comes. He's not paying as much attention to not making any noise, but there's over sixty years of stealthily moving through forests at work meaning that there's not much noise made at all.
Part of him is slightly aware that this music is not to be trusted, but it's being ignored for now. It wouldn't be complaining at all where it not for the fact that Mateo, even alive, never had any interest in women.
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The vampire is tongue-grabbed, but quick as a flash it wraps it's legs around the tree's trunk as a tether, preventing the yoshi's attempt to dislodge it from achieving any more than stretching the elastic undead downwards a ways, like foul-tasting toffee being pulled from two directions.
On the plus side, although it doesn't manage to pull the vampire close enough to nom it, the yoshi will finally get to see what he's fighting. It's pretty gross really. The creativity vampire looks like a sick hybrid of man and fish, it's face distorted horribly by row upon row of thin, razor-sharp teeth, it's gray skin perpetually smooth and slippery like an eel's, which might make maintaining a grip upon it difficult.
It also has claws, yellow, filthy claws, which it's currently using to slash at the yoshi's extended tongue, counting upon it's sliminess to keep the clawing talons from getting stuck.
Big Game Hunting
"It 'twould appear we've got usselves a hunt. Keep da engine's running Fritzy boy." The Don remarks, leaping over into the backseat and grabbing a harpoon gun from amidst the clutter of guns and ammunition, shrugging some sort of backpack over his 'shoulders' as well.
At a single from Fritz the rodent racketeers open fire, a half-dozen miniature machine guns sending a tiny hailstorm of lead flying towards the smaller of the two foxes. Small as the guns are they've got a surprising amount of kick, each bullet likely hurting about as bad as a bee's sting. Largely harmless, but very painful and likely enough to incurr the fox's attention.
Meanwhile, the Don's car veers off from the rest, the driver taking his eyes of the road for a moment to fire a two-round burst from a miniature revolver towards the second fox in the hopes of convincing it to chase after them instead of the larger group.
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Clawing at Yellow's tongue proves to be an almost completely fruitless effort. Not only is the tongue literally the most durable part of the yoshi's whole body it's also far more than just sticky. Sticky would imply that it's covered in tacky mucus or some such. But that isn't the case at all.
No, the muscular appendage organically binds to whatever it touches until enzymatic reactions causes it to let go. What's more microscopic hooks allow it to physically dig into the surface of what it grips whilst pads stick in a fashion akin to gecko toes.
How does the organically binding part work? Well... y'know how yoshis are able to process the biomass of their prey in the blink of an eye? Some of those enzymes are active on the yoshi's tongue which means digestion starts as soon as the tongue impacts. If the yoshi hits flesh on some poor creature their skin will literally fuse to the surface of the tongue.
Dear gods yoshis are scary...
Anywho!
Yellow pulls with all his might, trying to yank the vampire free of the tree!
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Armour would imply that Gordon is rendered unable to fly while it is out, though.
Otherwise the armour would surely be so flimsy that his foe could pierce through to the wings anyway?
Anyway, as expected, Gordon follows up with a tail swipe. Apparently having guessed this was coming next, the creature leaps over the tail, rolling clear and breaking up into a run, turning once he's got out of melee range of the dragon. "Sss...ssome dragon you are. Ssso sslow, sso predictable."
You would think so, but that would be wrong. The right kind of materials can be very useful for that purpose. Orichalcum, in this case, specially treated and colored.
"Slow, perhaps. Predictable, not so much."
Gordon turns his head to keep an eye on the creature, while preparing a spell. He's not that good of a magician, especially when its not relating to electricity.
Wenomir waits, perfectly motionless, as the fish flies towards him, holding his sword low. Just as it gets close him and is about to ram into him, the warrior will take a step back and thrust his blade forward, attempting to make the creatre impale itself on it.
With two powerful thrusts of its tail, the flying fish hurls itself at Wenomir, and is impaled on his sword. With a horrible rending noise, the blade runs right through the fish's mouth and buries itself so the creature's lips touch his fingers. The momentum of its strike is enough to knock him over, though, or at least stagger him greatly. The fish, skewered on the sword, flaps its gills and fins ineffectually, and it lets out a keening, pained scream that is much more painful and high-pitched than the one it had let out earlier. Glittering black dust begins to pour out its mouth, spilling all over Wenomir. If he fell over, he might even be in danger of inhaling the strange substance.
Hills Overlooking the Desert
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Hills Overlooking the Desert
Thenadier growls at the devil. He.....really hated demons. He had once been possessed by a powerful one and had murdered Reinholdt while under its control. He walks menacingly. With every word a slow step towards the devil, sword drawn. "I am no mortal anymore thanks to one of your kind demon. I haven't been in the material planes for seven years. I returned a mere week ago. Once again due to one of your kind. I have no soul worth takin' no more! Once more a demons fault. Or devil. Couldn' be sure about it. Either way. You are one of them. Yer tail, yer horns...Demon!" He rushes to the demon to stab him, before stopping his charge halfway. "No you fool! It was that kind of thinkin' that got ye into this mess!" He stops before rushing to push the devil away from the cloud monster. "Move ya cackhanded hellspawn!"
Irritation grows on Mercutio's face as Thenadier rails against him. They really didn't teach manners around here anymore. Sure, a devil may have done something rude and maybe taken advantage of him, but it was just rude to expect all devils to take advantage of him.
...
Even if Mercutio did intend to take advantage of Thenadier.
"What? Demon?" Mercutio's annoyance turns to confusion. "If I were a demon you'd be dead by no-Gah! Hey!" Perhaps fortunatly, Mercutio is cut off as Thenadier pushes him to the side. He hits the ground, getting dirt and grass all over his fancy coat. He'd probably complain about that later. Probably once he figures out how Thenadier saw horns. Mercutio doesn't have horns, although he does have goat ears and eyes.
However, since Thendier pushed Mercutio out of the way and didn't actually move out of the way himself, that means he has a cloud-ram throwing itself at him. Giant horns and all. The ram barrels into him, lowering its horns to hit his chest.
Meanwhile, the other three clouds sink to the ground to join Mercutio, Thenadier and their brother. The three new clouds are rams as well, insubstantial save for their huge, spiral horns. They form a wide circle around them.
Forest
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Mateo is quite captivated by the song, and heads in the direction from which it comes. He's not paying as much attention to not making any noise, but there's over sixty years of stealthily moving through forests at work meaning that there's not much noise made at all.
Part of him is slightly aware that this music is not to be trusted, but it's being ignored for now. It wouldn't be complaining at all where it not for the fact that Mateo, even alive, never had any interest in women.
The voice leads well off of any trail, but if Mateo is paying attention he may discover signs of others blindly making their way through the bush. Plants are trampled, ground-level and low-hanging vines are torn, branches broken off of trees. Soon, the voice is accompanied by the sound of a small river or stream, which somehow increases the beauty of the song. It's getting louder, and with every step it seems to draw Mateo closer.
Pond
Soon, the forest gives way to a beautiful pond. The far side is surrounded by a wall of trees, but to his left it runs into a cave. At the mouth of the cave is a large, flat rock that is slick with green moss. Seated upon it is the source of the song. A beautiful, naked young woman. Her skin is a pale green, and she wears her long, pure white hair like a cloak. She sits with her legs tucked to the side, her eyes closed and her left hand pressed against her collarbone as she sings. As Mateo draws close to the pond, she opens her eyes but does not stop singing. With her right, she lifts it slowly and beckons for the vampire to come join her. As she starts the chorus, she lifts her head to let her hair fall back, exposing a slender, undamaged neck.
"It 'twould appear we've got usselves a hunt. Keep da engine's running Fritzy boy." The Don remarks, leaping over into the backseat and grabbing a harpoon gun from amidst the clutter of guns and ammunition, shrugging some sort of backpack over his 'shoulders' as well.
At a single from Fritz the rodent racketeers open fire, a half-dozen miniature machine guns sending a tiny hailstorm of lead flying towards the smaller of the two foxes. Small as the guns are they've got a surprising amount of kick, each bullet likely hurting about as bad as a bee's sting. Largely harmless, but very painful and likely enough to incurr the fox's attention.
Meanwhile, the Don's car veers off from the rest, the driver taking his eyes of the road for a moment to fire a two-round burst from a miniature revolver towards the second fox in the hopes of convincing it to chase after them instead of the larger group.
The smaller fox would be the vixen, and she's never had an experience where a mouse fights back. Especially in such a painful manner.
Her small yelp of pain and surprise as the bullets open many small pin-prick wounds on her chest and paws causes her brother to fly towards the attacker cars. The revolver bullets comb harmlessly through his bushy tail, and he doesn't seem to feel it.
Hope the mice can swerve quickly, because he's pouncing directly at them, hoping to swat the closest one car hard enough to make it topple. ((Which reminds me to ask actually, wouldn't it be somewhat difficult to steer with paws?))
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Adir finishes his preparations a moment later. The stag stands and runs over, presuming that Rakshasa can hold the tail in place. If he can, Adir will attach his explosives, fitting the sticky shaped charge into crevices along the scorpion's tail.
Then it's time to run for cover. The blast shouldn't be large enough to really wound Rakshasa, but the stag still hopes this summoned demon can get away before he sets off the explosives.
[Mountain Path]
Adir may get a problem with that. as the tail impales the Demon it tries to go back. When he notes the resistance the earth under the demons feet crackle and two mighty stone claws will reach up try to grape the feet of the demon. Assuming this works since the demon isn't really able to move away Tovpir will drag him down into the earth. The hole he leaves should be a good thing for Adir to throw the C4 in.
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There goes Rakshasa, the demon will get dragged underground but he doubted Rakshasa would die. Since the demon cannot do much else he will use himself as an anchor to slow down Tovpir's underground burrowing.
Not knowing if Amir's C4 is prepped yet, Decarabia casts a Agidyne! spell. Hopefully when the Strong fireball drops down into the hole Amir will throw his C4 into the hole causing multiplied damage or at least flinging Tovpir above ground.
"Don't worry about my demon, so long as I live I can revive him!"
"Sss...go on then. Ssurprisse me." The creature grins. "Asssuming you can find me, that iss."
The black fire that covers his body starts to spread out around his feet, lines of burning darkness rapidly spreading across the ground, in all directions, draining the area around them of all light, rapidly reducing it to a gloomy darkness, threatening to become pitch black if it continues to spread.
And the creature lets out a hissing laugh, starting to circle around Gordon, keeping his distance for now. "Can you ssee me, dragon? Iss the darknesss your friend too?"
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With two powerful thrusts of its tail, the flying fish hurls itself at Wenomir, and is impaled on his sword. With a horrible rending noise, the blade runs right through the fish's mouth and buries itself so the creature's lips touch his fingers. The momentum of its strike is enough to knock him over, though, or at least stagger him greatly. The fish, skewered on the sword, flaps its gills and fins ineffectually, and it lets out a keening, pained scream that is much more painful and high-pitched than the one it had let out earlier. Glittering black dust begins to pour out its mouth, spilling all over Wenomir. If he fell over, he might even be in danger of inhaling the strange substance.
Wenomir saves himself from being knocked over by turining his sword to the left and dropping it, so it and the fish fall to the ground a little away from him. He ends up splattered all over with the black dust, but thankfully manages to avoid inhaling it. Then he kneels, covering his eyes and gnashing his teeth.
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Kieth moves about the forest, his steps leaving nothing but ash of what was most likely grass, looking to kill or be killed. Nothing was more fun to this lesser demon than to engage in the meaningless carnage of battle.
After walking for a while he spots a creature with a bow and then he smiles with delight.
RRRRRWWWWWOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!!!
Kieth belowed and rushed in attempt to ram and grab the female and crush her in his four muscular arms.
Well, yelling so loud was not a smart move. Cat hears him coming and is already far above him when he arrives.
"Pheh? Some mindless demon? I had expected more of this."
She'll send a lightning bolt of medium strength his way. For reference, a bolt of this strength should really kill a normal human.
And with that, the spell is complete, a huge bright flash of light wells forth from Gordon, hopefully tempory blinding the creature. After the flash, Gordon flares his nostrils, trying to catch the creature's scent.
The bolt hits the target, how could it not? The target was too huge to miss. The bolt digs in to the skin and......... sinks in! Kieth's already hot body is heated up some more with the bolt. The air is much hotter now. He continues his charge.
The flash of light briefly illuminates the area, then the fire goes right back to swallowing up all the light...
Gordon may want to watch where he's standing. That fire's still spreading, and it's likely to spread under his feet sooner or later. Seems the creature intends to turn the whole area around the two of them into an inferno of darkness...
The creature's scent is a little difficult to pick up, certainly fainter than that of a human, but easy enough for Gordon and his big ol' dragon nostrils.
...and then the scent is gone again. Seems the creature wasn't blinded. Perhaps a result of him being coated in black fire, even over his open, unblinking eyes, acting like a pair of very, very effective shades, reducing the effect of the flash substantially.
The creature keeps circling, his scent fading as he shifts into the form of a large, shadowy wolf. It might take Gordon a little while to pick up on the new scent, hopefully long enough for the creature to get round behind him...
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Oh well, on to plan B. Gordon starts flapping his wings. Sure, he can't use them to get off the ground, but they are capable of creating quite a strong wind. As Smaug once said "My wings, a hurricane!"
And since Gordon is not a fool, he's trying to direct this wind to hopefully blow the black flames back. Might not work, as they are not normal fire, but worth a try.
Mateo does indeed approach, though he doesn't attack- he's too captivated by the song to try. He'll sit down nearby, crossing his legs and staring at her face. He's aware, tangentially, that she's nude, he's just genuinely not interested. Where she male, however...
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Thenadier lost many years of his life and killed an innocent man due to a certain demons work. He honestly hates demons....more than anything else in the world. "You are a hellish monstrosity! I sshould slaughter ye right where ye stan-Guh!" He's rammed by the cloud, however he tries to grab ita horns and plant his metal, spiked, and muddy boots into the things face with a powerful thrust of his legs.
Well, Cat's still flying a few meters above the weird demon thing.
She looks a bit surpised as it ..absorbs her bolt? How does that even work..
Weird. She'll break off a branch from a nearby tree and with help of her knife turn it into some sort of arrow thing. Still flying above the thing.
The fish's pained death-cry grows quiet and then stops. The silvery-black dust
continues pouring out of its mouth and wounded fin for a few moments, creating two piles. Anyone who investigates the fish at this point will discover that all moisture has left it.
Meanwhile, as Wenomir rubs the dust from his eyes, he'll feel light headed for a few moments. The sensation fades quickly after, though, so he may dismiss it.
Well then. It looks like he scored his first victory. And without getting injured, even. Not bad.
Pond
Even if the vampire isn't sexually attracted to the woman, she's still beautiful in the way a work of art is beautiful. She smiles at Mateo as he sits down by her with thin dark-green lips, the skin by her eyes crinkling with mirth. Up close, he can see that her skin is actually a network of barely visible scales, each one impossibly thin and narrow. The longer he looks the more patterns he finds, each one more beautiful than the last. Without ever pausing or faltering in her song, she reaches out with one slender, long-fingered hand to take Mateo's. Her touch is cool and refreshing, like a soft breeze on a too-warm summer's day.
Hills Overlooking the Desert
It's quite easy for Thenadier to grab onto cloud-ram's horns. He'll find that they are quite as solid and firm as his rib-cage discovered moments earlier. Trying to kick it in the face, however, proves to be about as effective as kicking a puddle of water and just as wet. Clouds are, after all, big pockets of moisture. When Thenadier withdraws his foot, it will be much wetter than it was before. The cloud-ram violently throws its head up and down, trying to throw Thenadier off.
"Look, we can discuss your unnecessary prejudices at a later point," Mercutio grunts as he rises to his feet. He glances around him, coolly assessing the threats. The cloud-rams were definitely ones - he wasn't so sure about the human, so he filed Thenadier as 'probably.' This whole 'finding a partner' thing really wasn't going as well as he'd hoped, but he could probably salvage this situation.
No longer having much use from his jutte, Mercutio lets the weapon dissolve into a pool of light in his palm. The tattoos on his other arm burst into life under his sleeve and snake their way into his other palm. The devil cups them together, letting them join like water. After a moment, the light re-shapes into the form of a war-hammer. A fist-sized striking area narrows into a long spike, joined in the middle to a two foot long shaft.
As the weapon finishes forming, one of the three cloud-rams charges at Mercutio. The devil raises his war-hammer, swinging it to strike as the cloud-ram draws near. The hammer whiffs through the body of the ram, and the beast crashes into him with a solid thud. Mercutio is thrown back. He vanishes in a poof of dark-blue smoke and brimstone, re-appearing a few feet away having righted himself.
When What chips at It, It suddenly bursts apart in a glorious display of technicolor lights. A wave of force accompanies it, likely sending What back several feet. When What recovers, he'll find the famed Disco Elemental posing, gently smirking at the pumpkin headed What. "Lets get groovy."
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The hammer is put away, the blades go out. An old trench knife and a Roman gladius, to be precise, sliding out gracefully from within What's coat, cutting through the air as he brings them down at his sides. Odd combination, isn't it? Seems What murdered a collector of historic blades recently. Well that, or an entire museum full of innocent people. Honestly, both are equally likely, knowing him and his zany homicidal ways.
His knees bend slightly, his gloves tighten around the grips of both blades, and the pumpkin-headed figure stands perfectly still there for a moment. He stares up the Disco Elemental with his eyeless pumpkin-face, no doubt glaring at the thing with the kind of pure and undiluted hatred that only someone as mindless and driven as What could be capable of. He lingers there just for a moment...
And then he's stabbing right at the Elemental's chest with the trench knife! How the hell does a suit and a pumpkin move that fast?!
Well, Cat's still flying a few meters above the weird demon thing.
She looks a bit surpised as it ..absorbs her bolt? How does that even work..
Weird. She'll break off a branch from a nearby tree and with help of her knife turn it into some sort of arrow thing. Still flying above the thing.
[Forest 2.0]
You'll even be more surprised if you throw a couple of ice spells on him. Kieth seems to be annoyed that his foe was flying and seems to be on a tantrum with him stomping everywhere. The forest is starting to catch a bit of smoke.
A shiver of movement runs through the trees all around as the treant's rage manifests. It had hoped for an easy kill. Instead it appears it's landed a spellslinger of sorts, perhaps even one that could pose a true threat to the living tree.
But only if she can find it first. The treant is well camouflaged as long as it stays stationary, the only mark that might possibly distinguish it to even the most observant eye the ever-so-subtly lighter shade of it's bark compared to other trees nearby, and it intends to use that too it's advantage.
Although the treant cannot access it's magic while it lies dormant, it can control any of the trees connected to the vast web of interlocking roots that it's woven throughout the glade to, for instance, cause the one nearest to Spreagadh to spontaneously animate and bring one of it's heavy boughs crashing down in an attempt to crush her.
Spreagadh has very good reflexes. And her hearing's not bad either... That said, even with all her time practicing, she's not quite able to dodge fast enough, and the branch clips her shoulder, causing her to let go of the bowstring, which sends her arrow harmlessly into the ground, and will leave a rather nasty bruise come morning. Unless she can manage to find an artist to drain, that is...
But, she's certainly not out of the game yet, and looks up at the tree nearly as soon as she's been hit. Which, since it reveals that there's no-one up there, makes her suspect some sort of mage. Or, just maybe, a grovemind. Which, with the roots, is somewhat more likely - that's hard to do with magic. And a grovemind can be killed, despite the stories. It's just hard.
So, after drawing a strange, wickedly barbed arrow, covered in thorns, from the human-skin quiver at her side, she fires it at the tree that just dropped a branch on her, laughing exultantly at the challenge; if it hits, it should begin to grow thick, and unnaturally strong, even for their size, hawthorn, into the heart of the tree, trying to destroy it from the inside.
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She does not have any ice spells... Or spells.
She generates her own eleltricity.
Anyway, while he's stomping around Cat will use the bow with one of her home made arrows. She used to make her own weapons thus the arrow is of decent quality.She'll aim for his eye, see how this works.
The fish's pained death-cry grows quiet and then stops. The silvery-black dust continues pouring out of its mouth and wounded fin for a few moments, creating two piles. Anyone who investigates the fish at this point will discover that all moisture has left it.
Meanwhile, as Wenomir rubs the dust from his eyes, he'll feel light headed for a few moments. The sensation fades quickly after, though, so he may dismiss it.
Well then. It looks like he scored his first victory. And without getting injured, even. Not bad.
Wenomir definetly doesn't dismiss the light-headedness. He'll need to have his head looked at back in Watch. He pulls the sword from the fish and briefly considers his options. He could stay and fight something else, but if the dust has some long-term effects, it could prove fatal...
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The arrow hits Kieth on the head near the horn. It hurt but not much else. The pain makes his tantrum worse, stomping and smashing. The forest area becomes really hot now, with the leaves and grasses smoldering. Black smoke can be seen around the area.
Cat scratches the back of her head, trying to figure out what would hurt this thing...
She'll try one more thing, not intending to stay if this thing is going to set the forest on fire.
Don't think the goddess will reward suicidal tendencies. So she'll transform a bit more, eyes turning into those of a cat and her ams and legs somewhere half between human and beast claws. She'll pull out a tree, swinging it at the demon.
Truly is brute force of magic and force the only thing Cat knows? Kieth's defeat was already in Cat's hands, practically given from the heavens! Kieth continues to rampage heating up the forest. at one point he rests from the tantrum allowing one shot to happen. Don't let it slip!
Thenadier curls his face in disgust at the nasty feeling of cloud juice oveer his new boots. He wasn't expecting that. However, it then tries to throw him off! Thenadier times his lift-off perfectly. With the cloud things mighty throw he goes flying through the air, coat wide like he was trying to fly. He then lands in the big tree atop of the hill. He lands on the branch and waves his arms to regain his balance. He then takes out his new rifle and fills it with a fire bullet, a magic shell that sets itself on fire mid-flight. He figured the fire would burn up the cloud. So, he fires with amazing aim. *Bang!* "Devil, use fire!"
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