...Shit.
Dismount. Use egg as shield. Move away from the fire.
You do so. The egg does not seem to approve much, and rolls slightly away every so often. A haughty creature.
Hop out, and attempt to wither away at Nun's blimp with my violin.
5v5
You send a massive blast of heat almost directly at the blimp, but it moves floats down and out the way as you aim the violin.
Jump from canopy to canopy to travel east, looking for my opponents. If I find one, blast 'em with the Snakes on a Cloud of Planes. Lil' Bloodmower should try and stop any attempts to get at me.
You move along the treetops, your creature following below, and quickly come across Gentlefish, hiding behind a gigantic metal egg. Aiming the barrel of your weapon carefully, you send a blast at him.
2v4
The giant egg catches the majority of the blast, aeroplanes crumpling and crystals shattering, a mere handful lingering in the space between you and your opponent. The Bloodmower rolls dubiously towards Gentlefish, then stops a dozen metres away. The egg appears to be embarassed by its master.
Encourage Moby Zap to electrocute Doc. Then, try to make his violin fake and my primary firing weapon more real.
2v2
1v6
Oh lord. The second bloody turn as well.
You kick the creature until it starts descending towards McTaalik, who rolls about on the floor trying to evade you, nearly setting himself on fire. Having done this, you take careful aim, twiddle some knobs on your weapon, then swing it about wildly pressing buttons until his weapon and yours come up on the target screens. You neglect to check which weapon is which, however, and as a large part of yours ceases functioning and falls off, a beam of solid grey matter passes from the rest into the violin.
It's pretty clear that somewhere along the line, you screwed up.
The woods... deepen. Where before there were gentle banks and ditches, there are hillocks and minor valleys. Pools of dark amber liquids are dotted about, steaming volcanically, and thick strings impeding movement wind between oddly varnished trees now nearly a hundred metres high. Tiny arcs of electricity jump from branch to oaken branch, and as Nunzillor descends on Moby Zap thourgh foliage his is now in the middle of, they leap onto the beast's own wiring, which chuckles with pleasure, shining and honking harder and louder.
The wood around McTaalik is still on fire, but his creature is having noticeably less of an effect. His weapon is gone, but he feels... attuned to the forest. At a gesture, a pool nearby bubbles even more alarmingly, the tiny electrical creatures flock to a point above his head, and the thick strings wind about him defensively when he looks at Nunzillor. It appears that, to some degree, he commands the place.
The wood is darker, the canopy denser, the greenery quieter.