NPF Avatars IV, Chapter XIII: Fire Three!

phil_ · 07-07-2007, 11:45 PM

Phil’s charging idea was proving more difficult to enact than charging should be. First, the layout of the room made it impossible to run straight at the caryatid; he was forced to run in zig-zags across bridges. Second, a ghostly Arhra was bugging him, not that ghostly bugging was terribly foreign to Phil. However, it was good to be a dude again, even though his head hurt from Gina’s less-than-gentle rap to the back of his skull.

Phil’s attention was drawn to Mauve’s predicament; the bird’s too, I guess. Out of Spur and Nemesis range, Phil switched to rockets and prepared to send some explosive assistance (blowing up the lava should work, right?), but he saw the Arhra ghost rush the scene. She typically knows what she’s doing. I’ll leave them to her. I can always study alchemy to bring Mauve back from the dead if she screws up. Then I can get a robot arm!… And fan-girls! Oh boy!

With that decided, Phil tried to remember what he’d been doing. He’d skidded to a stop while he considered Mauve and co.’s predicament. Rubbing his chin, glad to feel his stupid goatee-thing again, Phil turned his attention to the caryatid. “Whoa!” he yelped, “Fire! Lots of fire! Wait…” Flare had absorbed the fireball engulfing her, as she tends to. She then unleashed her controversial Terra-Flare beam. “Oh, it’s the finale! Better do something cool.” Phil backed up, kicked an approaching magmagator, then launched himself at a pillar in the lava, kicking off of it to another, then to a platform behind the caryatid. As he unleashed a volley of missiles, Phil laughed, “I didn’t think I could manage that. This suit’s like badass in armor form.”

07-07-2007, 11:45 PM	#11
phil_ Just sleeping Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: At home, probably in bed. Posts: 6,482	Phil’s charging idea was proving more difficult to enact than charging should be. First, the layout of the room made it impossible to run straight at the caryatid; he was forced to run in zig-zags across bridges. Second, a ghostly Arhra was bugging him, not that ghostly bugging was terribly foreign to Phil. However, it was good to be a dude again, even though his head hurt from Gina’s less-than-gentle rap to the back of his skull. Phil’s attention was drawn to Mauve’s predicament; the bird’s too, I guess. Out of Spur and Nemesis range, Phil switched to rockets and prepared to send some explosive assistance (blowing up the lava should work, right?), but he saw the Arhra ghost rush the scene. She typically knows what she’s doing. I’ll leave them to her. I can always study alchemy to bring Mauve back from the dead if she screws up. Then I can get a robot arm!… And fan-girls! Oh boy! With that decided, Phil tried to remember what he’d been doing. He’d skidded to a stop while he considered Mauve and co.’s predicament. Rubbing his chin, glad to feel his stupid goatee-thing again, Phil turned his attention to the caryatid. “Whoa!” he yelped, “Fire! Lots of fire! Wait…” Flare had absorbed the fireball engulfing her, as she tends to. She then unleashed her controversial Terra-Flare beam. “Oh, it’s the finale! Better do something cool.” Phil backed up, kicked an approaching magmagator, then launched himself at a pillar in the lava, kicking off of it to another, then to a platform behind the caryatid. As he unleashed a volley of missiles, Phil laughed, “I didn’t think I could manage that. This suit’s like badass in armor form.” __________________ Be T-Rexcellent to each other, tako.