Jupiter's ax packs all the punch of a Quigley who takes cues from a Youngblood. (ROLLED 8) The hatchet buries in the ground, several several limbs before they can get at Pocket or Ms. Gunzenhauser and giving just enough time for something to coalesce before Eddy.
No, wait. Not something. Someone.
"Well, shit, this is an emergency, ain't it?" Pouch barks before he's even fully formed. The frost, with his full heart, dripping ice from every edge, doesn't spare a second before he's blasting the creature with frost. One of the flowers petals freezes solid and falls, shattering across the floor. It screams, but it's cries are lost in the sound of spells flung by Monty and Zed, Georgie and Gilda.
"Keep fighting!" Mr. Trullinger shouts over the zing of magic in the air.
MEMOR(IES): The Garden Looks Very Nice Today
No, wait. Not something. Someone.
"Well, shit, this is an emergency, ain't it?" Pouch barks before he's even fully formed. The frost, with his full heart, dripping ice from every edge, doesn't spare a second before he's blasting the creature with frost. One of the flowers petals freezes solid and falls, shattering across the floor. It screams, but it's cries are lost in the sound of spells flung by Monty and Zed, Georgie and Gilda.
"Keep fighting!" Mr. Trullinger shouts over the zing of magic in the air.