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Whether she sensed an incoming struggle, wanted to soothe the sewer sentinel, or merely started as a nervous tick it’s hard to say, but for whatever reason Tzah-Tzie begins strumming her Striili just as a filth-laden fist the size of a van crashes through the catwalk!
Still levitating, Oti floats to safety with the greatest of ease, though the flash in his disco ball eyes suggest he’s not as calm as usual! As for you, well, what started as a clumsy stumble to the side became a wild ride–stepping on a clump of particularly… <span class="mu-i">fresh</span> filth, you slip and slide like a drunken figure skater out of harm’s way!
Weaving between catwalk shrapnel and sewer shower, your momentum keeps you one step ahead of the giant’s attacks, and as its humongous hands rip through the pipes around you like they were made of balsa wood, the room erupts into an impromptu sauna!
Your shitskating shenanigans end when you’re launched through another flimsy guard rail and sent flying over the sea of waste! Flailing through the air like a squirrel falling out of a tree, you can’t help but chuckle a bit as you think to yourself: ‘talk about a crappy way to die!’
Fortunately said death never comes–not <span class="mu-i">now</span>, anyways. Your ears pop and your eyes sting as your landing zone erupts into a sheet of ice, and while it’s certainly preferable to diving into dung, hitting it face-first isn’t exactly painless.
Ow!
“Focus!” Barks Oti as he dips and dives between the construct’s attacks like a winged dolphin, “I can’t fight and babysit you simultaneously!”
You weren’t <span class="mu-i">TRYING</span> to take a dip, you snarl back! Baited by your shouting, the construct slams its fist into the sewage next to your ice floe, sending you and it sailing through the chamber and over to the pistons near the center!
“That’s it, Ant!” Hollers Tzah-Tzie from the corner of the room you entered from, “Lead ‘em over to the pistons!”
“Forget that–shatter the eyes!” Counters Oti as he chills the sewage around you with a few hasty words under his breath! “The binding runes are inside them!”
And <span class="mu-s">HOW</span> are you supposed to do that, huh!? Flopping onto your belly to dodge a sweep of the giant’s hand, you send a pleading glance at the mage!
“I’ll cool them down–you handle the rest!”
You <span class="mu-i">DO</span> have some throwing knives, but the eyes would have to be REALLY cold for those to have an effect… and it’s not like you’ve got a degree in chucking knives around… Playing hopscotch from ice floe to ice floe as you feel that familiar heat well up in your hands and eyes, you decide the best course of action is to:
>TT’s Plan! Let’s crush this tin can!
>Oti’s Idea! Eye bet it’ll work!
>Throw some flames!
>Let’s focus first on getting back to the catwalk!
>Write-In!
