[ Good, she went for it. That got a significant amount of the problem out of her way, at least for the moment. If she could just take care of it before Raye pulled anything too stupid... they'd be in good shape still, probably. Rhythm shifts to go on the offensive against the stupid little egg monster, readying her Belltier once again. ]
Come, Fary. One more time! [ Her yellow Fairy Tone twinkles as it reappears, puffing up and zipping over to snap back into the weapon. Immediately, it begins to fizzle and glow. The energy pours from the creature, and almost masks the effect of an echo pulsing through her, too — if not for the knowledge that arrives with it. Monsters. Monsters exactly like this. This was her whole gig, every last bit as ridiculous as she imagined. She knew how to defeat things like this! The Tamagotchi emerges fully from the smoke kicked up by its own poop-bombs, flashing a triumphant little lightbulb on its screen. Its item choice?
Hair gel. Rhythm stamps her foot, almost offended. ] Just because I have a lot of hair doesn't mean you're going to get anywhere with that!
[ In response, it rears back and spits a few high-speed gel bombs her way. Rhythm tenses, ducking one and flinging a yellow blast of energy at another, sending it splattering across the street in a fiery, goopy mess. Right, flammable. She darts forward before it can prepare another shot, catching its >:O face right before she smashes the heel of her boot into its screen.
Without anyone to distract her, she'd forgotten how light she really was. ]
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Come, Fary. One more time! [ Her yellow Fairy Tone twinkles as it reappears, puffing up and zipping over to snap back into the weapon. Immediately, it begins to fizzle and glow. The energy pours from the creature, and almost masks the effect of an echo pulsing through her, too — if not for the knowledge that arrives with it. Monsters. Monsters exactly like this. This was her whole gig, every last bit as ridiculous as she imagined. She knew how to defeat things like this! The Tamagotchi emerges fully from the smoke kicked up by its own poop-bombs, flashing a triumphant little lightbulb on its screen. Its item choice?
Hair gel. Rhythm stamps her foot, almost offended. ] Just because I have a lot of hair doesn't mean you're going to get anywhere with that!
[ In response, it rears back and spits a few high-speed gel bombs her way. Rhythm tenses, ducking one and flinging a yellow blast of energy at another, sending it splattering across the street in a fiery, goopy mess. Right, flammable. She darts forward before it can prepare another shot, catching its >:O face right before she smashes the heel of her boot into its screen.
Without anyone to distract her, she'd forgotten how light she really was. ]
We can trap it on our own, Fary! On my mark!