I do that, sometimes. Can frustrate people I know into incoherent rage, too! ^^
How is it 'tanking' when she took an arm off, BA? I would've tanked it if she'd turned around to see me unharmed, instead of unarmed.
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Now, where was I? Oh, right-
-A sickle skittered off my outer shield, Lada still trying to get to me.--escape. [What's the ETA on that DT spell?]
[FIFTEEN SECONDS]
Good. I don't think Lada's willing to kill ZIL to get to me, and she can't seem to- what have we here? I didn't know you could stab with a hand sickle like that. Looks like she broke the first-line shield.
[TEN SECONDS]
Don't expect to break any more.
[FIVE SECONDS]
Shortly before the transfer spell was due to kick in, I decided to get in one last dig. "You owe me an arm, Lada. I'll be back to collect. You have my word on that."
[TRANSFER UNDERWAY]
As ZIL and I disappeared, I saw Lada throw down her sickle and spit on the ground in between us, cursing in disgusted rage.
After eight teleports (to six locations- and I mean that quite literally, with no more than a centimeter of error on any of them), I finally relaxed a bit. If it's good enough for Scaglietti, it's good enough to confound Lada.
...now, let's see about that arm of mine.
I set ZIL down on the ground, stunning him again for good measure, and carefully hovered my arm up to chest level. Between my attached limb and my chest, I had the leverage to get it arranged just so (straight wrist and elbow, fingers almost straight). Once it was just how I wanted, I backed away from my disembodied arm, pointed Mal in the right direction, and cast the only ice-element spell I knew.
A few cutting spells later, and I'd liberated my arm (and the roughly 8"x8"x3' block of ice around it) from the miniature glacier that resulted. The next trick was picking said block of ice up- a trick which, I might add, was not easy with only one arm. I finally ended up leaning over, scooping it up against my chest, and holding it there with my good arm.
That done, I put ZIL on my back once more, and started up another transfer spell.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
How is it 'tanking' when she took an arm off, BA? I would've tanked it if she'd turned around to see me unharmed, instead of unarmed.
**********
Now, where was I? Oh, right-
-A sickle skittered off my outer shield, Lada still trying to get to me.--escape. [What's the ETA on that DT spell?]
[FIFTEEN SECONDS]
Good. I don't think Lada's willing to kill ZIL to get to me, and she can't seem to- what have we here? I didn't know you could stab with a hand sickle like that. Looks like she broke the first-line shield.
[TEN SECONDS]
Don't expect to break any more.
[FIVE SECONDS]
Shortly before the transfer spell was due to kick in, I decided to get in one last dig. "You owe me an arm, Lada. I'll be back to collect. You have my word on that."
[TRANSFER UNDERWAY]
As ZIL and I disappeared, I saw Lada throw down her sickle and spit on the ground in between us, cursing in disgusted rage.
After eight teleports (to six locations- and I mean that quite literally, with no more than a centimeter of error on any of them), I finally relaxed a bit. If it's good enough for Scaglietti, it's good enough to confound Lada.
...now, let's see about that arm of mine.
I set ZIL down on the ground, stunning him again for good measure, and carefully hovered my arm up to chest level. Between my attached limb and my chest, I had the leverage to get it arranged just so (straight wrist and elbow, fingers almost straight). Once it was just how I wanted, I backed away from my disembodied arm, pointed Mal in the right direction, and cast the only ice-element spell I knew.
A few cutting spells later, and I'd liberated my arm (and the roughly 8"x8"x3' block of ice around it) from the miniature glacier that resulted. The next trick was picking said block of ice up- a trick which, I might add, was not easy with only one arm. I finally ended up leaning over, scooping it up against my chest, and holding it there with my good arm.
That done, I put ZIL on my back once more, and started up another transfer spell.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.