Larry's a bit pissed now, and reacts appropriately.
"You fucked up, asshole!"[Larry's finesse vs. Man's finesse: 3 vs. 2+1]
The two adversaries act simultaneously, Larry casting a mighty spell as the sharp-dressed individual leaps toward him!
[Larry's affinity roll: 2+1]
[Man's body vs. Larry's body: 3+1 vs. 4-1]
As a small trail of snot pours out of Larry's nose, the fellow attacking him nearly flies past, clipping Larry's shoulder with a flying knee. Larry spins around in the direction of the man, only to see him suddenly disappear into thin air. How unusual.
[Larry's finesse roll: 5-
1]
Suddenly, another man hits him from an altogether different direction, impacting Larry like a human missile!
[Larry's body roll: 2-1]
Larry is caught off-guard by the strike, and loses his footing on the mucus-encrusted ground. He is now on his stomach, and a man appears to be clutching at him.
"Life will kill you, don't you know," said man explains.
Halesey, meanwhile, examines the area for something like a foe. He looks about for a moment, noticing Larry on the ground with yet another horrible man placed atop him. Probably not a good idea to blast him. Then there's also... wait, there's a guy over there. Short, thin, dark-skinned dude, from the looks of it. Quite unkempt and dressed in terribly old and probably lice-infested clothing. He looks... and smells... like a wizard! Not to mention there's a pair of pants orbiting around him. Only one conclusion to make, then.
[Halesey's affinity roll: 3-1]
Instinctively, Halesey thrusts his palm outward at the fellow, but no musical garbage comes out, sadly. At least it doesn't look like the dude is aware that Halesey can see him pretty clearly. How long that will last, though, is up for-
No, wait. The guy turns to Halesey, apparently pronouncing Larry to be quite done for the moment, and looks Halesey right in the eyes. Halesey isn't entirely sure, but it seems like the guy is... scared, maybe?
Elizabeth, after providing a short running commentary on the situation, focuses on her problems again. Recognizing that perhaps racist beaver vortexes do not hold the solution to this situation, she tries to get better magic instead.
Hey, so, um. I am in a regrettably literal sticky situation, and clearly what I need is more spells. Can you hit me with your best shot?~sure thing. hold on.~[Elizabeth's mind roll: 6-->6+1]
A jolt runs through Elizabeth's body, and she convulses violently, ripping out a small chunk of her hair that's stuck to the floor as a tidal wave of magic sweeps across her mind. And yet the wave, powerful and primal as it is, also feels incredibly familiar somehow. Had Elizabeth ever had the time and inclination to surf, she would understand the feeling - the taming of a swirling, advancing force, riding the wave out and feeling a curious fulfillment after not falling over and landing in the box jellyfish-infested waters of scenic Australia. It's violent, yet pleasant in a way, and Elizabeth's brain swells with the influx of wide and varied magical powers.
1. Conjure Alcohol-Saturated Paper
2. Repel Cacti
3. Enlarge Mashed Potatoes
4. Shrink Beans
5. Swankify Knight
6. Annihilate Snail
7. Enchant Communist
pick any you like or want.
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