[Michael did indeed drop the tie! Nick Junior has obtained one (1) war trophy!
At a distance, Michael takes stock of himself: puts out the still-smoldering embers on his sleeves and lapels, straightens his glasses, touches a hand to his bleeding face. Fuck, what was that? Did he seriously just get chased off by some dumb animal? If he had his full powers, he'd have crushed it like an ant!
The shriek is just adding insult to injury. Michael casts a simultaneous Thunderclap and Earth Tremor in response. The sound it makes is deafening, and the hallway shakes. But the display is really just a balm on his bruised ego; he doesn't move forward to challenge the creature again. It's not that he's afraid of it! It's just a difficult target to hit with either spells or knife, quick and flying as it is. Anyway, he's had his fun here, hasn't he? That shattering leg was spectacular!
There's no one here to even see. But the beginnings of shame burn hot in his chest, and Michael can just hear what his co-workers would say. Michael laughs, loud and fake enough to drown it out, and calls:]
Good luck getting out of here!
[He casts another Grease on the area, and then teleports further away before he can see her pull some incredible acrobatic stunt to avoid it. Man, he hopes she just starves down here.]
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At a distance, Michael takes stock of himself: puts out the still-smoldering embers on his sleeves and lapels, straightens his glasses, touches a hand to his bleeding face. Fuck, what was that? Did he seriously just get chased off by some dumb animal? If he had his full powers, he'd have crushed it like an ant!
The shriek is just adding insult to injury. Michael casts a simultaneous Thunderclap and Earth Tremor in response. The sound it makes is deafening, and the hallway shakes. But the display is really just a balm on his bruised ego; he doesn't move forward to challenge the creature again. It's not that he's afraid of it! It's just a difficult target to hit with either spells or knife, quick and flying as it is. Anyway, he's had his fun here, hasn't he? That shattering leg was spectacular!
There's no one here to even see. But the beginnings of shame burn hot in his chest, and Michael can just hear what his co-workers would say. Michael laughs, loud and fake enough to drown it out, and calls:]
Good luck getting out of here!
[He casts another Grease on the area, and then teleports further away before he can see her pull some incredible acrobatic stunt to avoid it. Man, he hopes she just starves down here.]