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[IamanElfCollaborator]

Albrecht is still steering the mech away from Packbit.

[Projeck37]

"Is that... a giant turtle..?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Yes."

[Projeck37]

"I see... keep moving, then."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Medea hugs Isaac close. Chansey squees.

[Projeck37]

Isaac hugs back.
"We're gonna be fine."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Hold on.

Activating extra energy cylinder. This might be fun."

The Tristian suddenly boosts itself to far faster than the Harvesters or Packbit can reach or run. It escapes!

[Harbingerjm]

"...How about you die instead? I could end you so easily, too, you crow-beggoten maggot. As you may have noticed from the decimation of your critters. Well, much worse than decimation. More of a holocaust."

Phyliss is still gloriously partaking in the mayhem.

Spoiler: Voice of the Beast (click to show/hide)

"CONTINUE HARMING MY CHILDREN AND I SHALL MAKE YOU PRAY FOR THE MERCY OF OBLIVION IF I HAVE TO COME BACK AS A GHOST AND WARP YOUR MISERABLE EXCUSE FOR FLESH INTO A FORM THAT WOULD MAKE THE HEADMISTRESS CRY!"

[Projeck37]

Isaac didn't expect that much of a kick for that and falls over, but luckily doesn't hit his head on anything. Since he's hugging Medea, he also drags her with him on accident.
"Owch.."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Medea giggles.

[Twi]

"I dare you to try."

[Projeck37]

Isaac laughs.
"Bit of a fucking kick, I have to say."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Sakuradite augmented with magical power drained from manastones, courtesy of Sapphira, one of the greatest scientists outside of Germania. I must say, impressively done."

[Twi]

Sapphira appears in the mech.

"You're welcome. It was quite a treat to work on these!

Also, have you seen Gaston lately?"


Meanwhile, Phyliss dispels her army and retreats for now, bored of mayhem. Somehow.

[Projeck37]

"Indeed."
He kisses Medea on the forehead.
"Guessing you're alright if you're giggling like that."