>>5968521>soldierC: “I think he’d need, like, some of those elemental guys to deal with THIS, right?”
I: “…Is this tournament going to involve a lot of fighting?”
C: “Aw, don’t worry Iz! Tips will be fine!”
I: “…”
C: “He might hate it if it does, though…”
>TerminatorI: “Fascinating! A golem wearing living flesh??”
C: “Eeeurgh! Iz! It’s, like, TOTALLY creepy!... Kind of handsome, though.”
I: “Remember what we told you about the pricne Consort?”
C: “Right! Don’t fall for glamours over creepy monster guys!”
I: “A non-living adversary with no soul is probably a difficult match-up for Ezreal…”
>Mecha HitlerC: “This golem guy seems SUPER angry!”
I: “Is it a golem…?”
C: “Kind of reminds me of Tips’ cousin, actually. You know, the oen with the moustache?”
I: “Adolf?”
C: “Yeah, Addy!”
I: “I sense a soul in this one… A lifeforce. Tip can exploit that.”
>Lift?I & C: “No.”
Tips: “H-hey!”
>Run a mile?C: “I don’t think either of you could. Maybe before you started, like, teleporting everywhere, but NOW?”
I: “It’s a pointless, obsolete skill, in the wake of <Dimension Door>, <Plane Shift>, and <Teleport Object>.”
C: “Right, but… Like, he doesn’t KNOW those spells, Iz! That’s all YOU.”
I: “I’ll always be there, so it’s fine.”
C: “Awwww.”
I: “A-and his fairy-forms are fairly mobile, anyway.”
>TruckC: “Iz, are they going to THROW BIG STUFF at Ez?!”
I: “We should never have let him enter.”
C: “Not like we can ever talk him out of this dangerous stuff…”
>Corn siloI: “He should remain intangible, in his aethereal form, until this contest is over.”
C: “R-right!”
>Shot in the faceI: “…”
C: “That ‘aethereal’ thingy should help with his, too, right?
I: “As long as they don’t enchant the weapon or ammunition…”
C: “Are they allowed to do that?!”
>Space'dC: “He survived that before! Twice!”
I: “Provided he attunes to the ‘space’ in time, he can probably obviate the need to breathe… But just in case, he should probably cotnineu to maintain <Improved Aethereal Form> and make his way back to Earth immediately.
>SS13I: “What’s this now?”
C: “Looks like some kind of magicky game. It says here on the box it has ‘RPG-toting nuclear operatives, shape-shifting aliens, angry wizards hell-bent on revenge, and more’…”
I: “Well, it’s nothing Tips hasn’t dealt with before… But I’d feel better if I was there, too. Maybe I should have entered the ‘Queen’ contest…”
C: “I think you need to be nominated.”
I: “O-oh…”
C: “I’ll totally nominate you, Iz!”
I: “…”
C: “O-oh, the entries are closed. No fair, that ‘Beta’ golem got in!”
I: “…Tips can handle it.”
