being up here gives vax all of the advantage he needs. airborne is how he prefers to fight, nowadays, and are more suiting of his form as the raven queen's champion. the knives hit their targets, one by one - he manages to get the grog gun to hit the ground, and that was what he was aiming for. adrenaline and relief courses through him, as the last of the red paint sloughs off and he gets whisper back in hand, turning the paintball gun to shoot something near his waist that wraps around him - it looks like a belt (though not a snake one), and then another shot creates a second dagger, this one red, that shoots into the holster like it belongs there. ]
C'mon, you bastard, let him out!
[ fucking prism. fucking orthax. this time he's ready for - for bad news. for diplomacy.
what he's not ready for is love, instead.
the vines grab him around the waist and the legs and he has exactly one second to think not again as the vines grab him and slam him across the church and into the chest of the raven queen statue. (this statute is not annoying.) his vision shorts for a second, vax coughing as he hears something crunch that had nothing to do with stone and pain rattles his body.
he scrabbles to grab purchase on one of the raven queen's carved feathers with his free hand and fires the paintbull gun down blindly in percy's direction. it splats into the ground, and throws up a statue among the pews, right in front of percy to try and cut his sight before he grabs him and throws him with the vines again, with keyleth's fucking vines.
this statue is not annoying twink shaped, either, but rather one of a large man. maybe it will buy him a second of pause enough to grab that red dagger. ]
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being up here gives vax all of the advantage he needs. airborne is how he prefers to fight, nowadays, and are more suiting of his form as the raven queen's champion. the knives hit their targets, one by one - he manages to get the grog gun to hit the ground, and that was what he was aiming for. adrenaline and relief courses through him, as the last of the red paint sloughs off and he gets whisper back in hand, turning the paintball gun to shoot something near his waist that wraps around him - it looks like a belt (though not a snake one), and then another shot creates a second dagger, this one red, that shoots into the holster like it belongs there. ]
C'mon, you bastard, let him out!
[ fucking prism. fucking orthax. this time he's ready for - for bad news. for diplomacy.
what he's not ready for is love, instead.
the vines grab him around the waist and the legs and he has exactly one second to think not again as the vines grab him and slam him across the church and into the chest of the raven queen statue. (this statute is not annoying.) his vision shorts for a second, vax coughing as he hears something crunch that had nothing to do with stone and pain rattles his body.
he scrabbles to grab purchase on one of the raven queen's carved feathers with his free hand and fires the paintbull gun down blindly in percy's direction. it splats into the ground, and throws up a statue among the pews, right in front of percy to try and cut his sight before he grabs him and throws him with the vines again, with keyleth's fucking vines.
this statue is not annoying twink shaped, either, but rather one of a large man. maybe it will buy him a second of pause enough to grab that red dagger. ]