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Taking a steadying breath, the fresh supply of oxygen arrives just in time to help you vault up and over your demonic counterpart’s <span class="mu-r">TELESCOPING PITCHFORK</span> and, by extension, them!
“Get ‘em, Stan!” Shouts Talbot from the same corner Art and Syb are posted up in! What the-you pause to bat the demon’s fork away from your face with a claw-what are <span class="mu-i">you</span> assholes doing anyways?!
“Whaddaya <span class="mu-i">mean</span> what are we doing?!” Talbot growls as Lil’ Stanley excitedly watches the fight from atop his shoulder, “We’re watching!”
“Yea,” Art nods as your opponent takes a break from her weapon to deliver a flying kick to your face, “We-<span class="mu-i">ooh,</span> that <span class="mu-i">had</span> to hurt…”
Rolling around on the floor with your doppelganger, you take turns headbutting each other between turning towards Art. We <span class="mu-i">WHAT</span>, huh?
“We thought this was one of those ‘<span class="mu-i">Stan has to do this herself</span>’-kind of fights.”
“Y’know,” Talbot shrugs as the demon grabs a nearby hunk of debris and smashes it into your cheek, “It’s supposed to be, like… ca… <span class="mu-i">colonic?</span>”
“<span class="mu-i">Cathartic…</span>” Syb coughs from the floor next to Art.
“Yea, that’s what I said!” Talbot says with a frown before his eyes go wide again! “Whoops, <span class="mu-r">PITCHFORK,</span> Stan!”
Oh. Thanks! Smacking the weapon out of the demon’s hand, the two of you untangle and rise from the floor breathing heavily–but mostly you. Shaking off the pain and fatigue, <span class="mu-r">DEMON STAN</span> rushes you once more, dragging her <span class="mu-r">PITCHFORK</span> behind her creating a trail of sparks! How that works underwater you don’t know, but the sparks give you an idea!
Meeting her in the middle, you duck instinctively as the demon feints to your chest, then brings her fork around for a midsection sweep! Though it just misses your cap, by the time <span class="mu-r">OTHER STAN</span> prepares for another rush, you’ve already retrieved your <span class="mu-g">TWO REMAINING GOO BOMBS</span> from your pockets!
… well, <span class="mu-i">almost…</span> damn things are sticking to your other items!
“Err, cupcake…” Ly mutters as <span class="mu-r">DEMON STAN</span> charges you again with a chilling battlecry, “Hurry it up, will ya?”
Sure, you groan, since he asked so damn nicely! Yanking the bombs free of what you hope was nothing fragile or volatile, you try to keep both goo orbs from sticking to your hands as you chuck them in your attacker’s direction!
Wary of your movements, the demon dodges <span class="mu-g">BOMB #1,</span> which sails harmlessly onto the base of the control booth!
“<span class="mu-s">ACK!</span>” Teevor shouts as both he and Rodhi quickly vacate the area, “<span class="mu-s">ADHESIVE!</span>”
Wow, diva much?
>CONTD.
