"Ah...shit hell, man," Pouch groans before he lunges, grabbing a handful of the vines wrapped around Lionel and pulling.
Ice freezes the vines, but just in the front, stopping before Lionel, himself, is chilled. Brittle now, the strange plant shatters easily and with Lionel Lovelace out of the way, the thick tangle of vines behind him descends upon the magimagicicada.
Pouch thrashes and fights, spitting ice and frost and snow in every direction as the vines fall over him in relentless waves.
"Now," says the formless writhing thing that was the mysterious L.Q. in a voice like metal scraping against stone, "The keys, please."
ELFLOCK LANES: Down the hatch! (Open to all ⛓️)
Ice freezes the vines, but just in the front, stopping before Lionel, himself, is chilled. Brittle now, the strange plant shatters easily and with Lionel Lovelace out of the way, the thick tangle of vines behind him descends upon the magimagicicada.
Pouch thrashes and fights, spitting ice and frost and snow in every direction as the vines fall over him in relentless waves.
"Now," says the formless writhing thing that was the mysterious L.Q. in a voice like metal scraping against stone, "The keys, please."