The dog and the boy crashed to the ground together, and skidded far enough toward the elevator that they collided with Flechette, who had retreated from the storm of blue sparks, her back to the elevator. Bentley stood, flashes of brilliant blue light crackling at the chain that was rigged around his muzzle.
C-c-c-combo!
He limped strangely, but it wasn’t due to any injury. From what I could tell, he’d stepped in some of the foam as he ran, and his foot was sticking to the floor.
Aw, sticky doggo.
More foam had splashed his shoulder. In any event, the two teenage heroes were down, and it looked like the sparks had done more to incapacitate them than it had the puppy.
Aaand that’s all of them, isn’t it? Or is Weld still up, fighting the other dogs?
“Good boy!” I called out, “Good Bentley!” His tail, shorter than any of the other dogs, wagged at the attention.
Hehe :Å) Good doggo!
Shadow Stalker, Imp and the two remaining dogs had Weld on his heels, Imp doing her best to smack him in the face with the fire axe and have the metal obscure his vision.
Hah, nice.
Creative weaknesses can lead to interesting actions from opponents. For instance, usually people don’t try to use an axe in quite that manner.
Bitch slipped past the melee. I looked away, tried to figure out a simple way to get by the spout of foam that was still sputtering out of the hole Flechette’s dart had made in the tank while still avoiding the flailing PRT uniform that was kneeling a short distance from me.
We’re almost through here. For what, I don’t know, but we’re almost in.
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