Madarch managed to take a spray of the stuff to some of his tentacles. As it stuck to them, it burned and shriveled them into non-usability. It was quite a bit of pain, enough to break his characteristic goofiness. He felt a bit more malice than usual.
"Oh, thanks, man
! Cover me in burning shit, will you? Those were my FAVORITE. LIMBS." He grabbed him by the head and lifted him up. The illusionist started to slam him into the ground, shouting with each fall. "Why. Don't. I. Re. Pay. THE. FAVOR!"
The police pulled into the docks, sirens blaring. Some import hero just called in what looked like a number of men messing about with experimental weapons. Considering the gunshots he heard on the way, looks like they prepared correctly.
As they rounded the corner to the scene of the crime, the scene was a bit odd and grisly. A number of dead men laid about, and in the middle was some...thing
. Beating a man senseless.
They jumped out of the car, and shouted at them. "Freeze! Hands behind your heads, drop your weapons!" The mushroom immediately complied, dropping the man on the ground.
As Rosette ran along down the street, her assailant did not notice a single soul that could observe this. As she realized how sweet this moment was, demonic glee filled her heart. Oh, yes. No more waiting. She's right there, alone. Alone alone alone alone! Now's the time!
She jumped down from the roof and landed behind her. Masking her steps from perception, she ran up and tried to grab her from behind, holding a knife to her throat. She growled into her ear. "Run and struggle more, and I'll make sure it wont be any
fun for either of us."
edited 8th Aug '12 7:34:42 PM by wikkit