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In the split second before you make a move, a weird thought pops into your head.
[UNSTABLE] OKAY IF WE CHOP HIM UP IN THE ENERGY MEAT GRINDER, AND THE ONLY THING THAT COMES OUT, THAT'S LEFT OF HIM, IS HIS EYEBALL?
[UNSTABLE] THAT'D BE A FITTING FATE. JUST SOMETHING TO CONSIDER.
What?
You suppose you have no moral opposition to it but Clover would probably have a hissy fit over it. Though you suppose you could grind up one of his limbs. Clover might approve of that.
Shit, shit, you're getting distracted. The old man is about to lunge behind his desk! God knows what he's going to grab, you don't want to risk a fight.
You raise your hand up and focus on the tips of your fingers to shoot out your PUPPETEER strands. A few imbed into his shoulders but for some reason, he's not restrained. Slowed down, yes, but he's still able to move pretty decently. He's stretching his hands to whatever's hidden behind his desk.
Seath sees his chance to grab the documents while the old man is both distracted and slowed down. The old man tries to reach one hand towards what's behind his desk while reaching the other to stop Seath...but alas, he's too late. Seath easily grabs the papers while the old man is distracted
Sadly, the one currently being shredded is probably too damaged to be salvaged at that point. Nothing you could've done.
A fresh puff of the sickly sweet aerosol hits Seath in the face before he has enough time to back away. The effects of the spray hits him immediately. He barely has time to yell out a slurred 'FUCK' before he collapses to his knees. He's still awake but only barely. Seems like his power has a similar effect to chloroform. Good news is that he has a firm grip on the documents.
You and Benjamin are going to put your gas masks on. Benjamin helps you to put your gas mask on (given one of your hands is busy trying to restrain the old man) before he puts his own mask on. "I got a plan. Wait for my cue." You nod, ready to see what he has in store.
He digs into his labcoat to retrieve his trauma kit. You forget that those things can be pretty hefty given all of the supplies inside of them. He reels it back and tosses it at the old man's head. It hits with an audible THUNK, knocking the old man away from the desk by a few inches. A good distraction, honestly, gotta give him props.
You take this brief distraction in stride. You grind your hoof- no, foot into the ground before bolting over to the old man. You cross the small distance between you and the old man right as he was about to finally grab what was behind his desk.
You launch over the desk, landing right inbetween him and the desk. Before he has any time to react, you reel your head back and smash your head down HARD against his head. Your antlers add in some extra OOMPH to the headbutt since a good 5-6 pounds of kertin smashing down on anyone's head will hurt.
He falls to the ground like a sack of bricks. Easy win, baby. There's one major downside to what you just did.
