[dabi extends a hand, yelling at nara'a and his damn reckless actions. on the one hand, those flames are still there, dwindling but hot and licking. on the other hand, didn't he see what happened last time? they're fighting a goddamn slimy onion! peeling it back one layer at a time. if he tries to go for the center of it again--
as soon as nara'a pierces into the shell, there's a muffled, deep groan from inside and the scalding sludge from inside bursts out from the confines of its crisped exterior. slime tendrils fling wildly in all directions, throwing the miqo'te backwards and lashing through trees and stones with all the precision of a high pressure water cannon.
dabi grits his teeth and jumps to the side, dodging one of those tendrils before hitting the ground and rolling to his foot and a knee. dammit. he popped the thing too soon! they could've had a breather for a second!]
Bastard! I haven't cooled down yet! Ya ever heard of a battle of attrition or ya just good for hack n slash?!
[odd for a man whose battle strategy usually revolves around brute force fire bursts. but that's his problem: dabi can only brute force fire blast. and that burns him alive if he does it frequently. he has to rest between bursts.
the slime creature rises from its own juices once again, this time far more humanoid, with defined shoulders and arms and torso, the head itself siting above with a pair of horn-like protrusions dripping into itself. no legs beneath its hips however, giving it some resemblance of a slime-drenched naga oozing all over itself. the arm that nara'a previously destroyed is more tentacle than defined arm like the opposite. likely due to lacking bones.
no subject
[dabi extends a hand, yelling at nara'a and his damn reckless actions. on the one hand, those flames are still there, dwindling but hot and licking. on the other hand, didn't he see what happened last time? they're fighting a goddamn slimy onion! peeling it back one layer at a time. if he tries to go for the center of it again--
as soon as nara'a pierces into the shell, there's a muffled, deep groan from inside and the scalding sludge from inside bursts out from the confines of its crisped exterior. slime tendrils fling wildly in all directions, throwing the miqo'te backwards and lashing through trees and stones with all the precision of a high pressure water cannon.
dabi grits his teeth and jumps to the side, dodging one of those tendrils before hitting the ground and rolling to his foot and a knee. dammit. he popped the thing too soon! they could've had a breather for a second!]
Bastard! I haven't cooled down yet! Ya ever heard of a battle of attrition or ya just good for hack n slash?!
[odd for a man whose battle strategy usually revolves around brute force fire bursts. but that's his problem: dabi can only brute force fire blast. and that burns him alive if he does it frequently. he has to rest between bursts.
the slime creature rises from its own juices once again, this time far more humanoid, with defined shoulders and arms and torso, the head itself siting above with a pair of horn-like protrusions dripping into itself. no legs beneath its hips however, giving it some resemblance of a slime-drenched naga oozing all over itself. the arm that nara'a previously destroyed is more tentacle than defined arm like the opposite. likely due to lacking bones.
round three.]