[ Oh, Raphael, could you have sent anyone but him? Adrian would almost prefer if he had been 'scrapped for parts.'
Cabbage man is surprisingly fast, agile and precise in a way that Adrian has only ever seen in Fern.
The arm canon thing (not nearly as interesting as Samus') fires into the ceiling, and wood dust rains down on them, as if it was filled with old shrapnel. Non-lethal, then, but it hardly fills Adrian with any comfort while he's being dangled like a stray cat.
Hey! Fuck off buddy, this ain't any of your business.
Of course cabbage man is only fussed about his conversation being interrupted, with no produce here for him to molest. Still, the distraction has loosened that grip just enough for Adrian to suck air into his lungs.
His halo appears at once, like an eye opening behind his head, and Adrian moves fast too. He makes a gesture with one hand, three fingers, a sharp flick of his wrist. The halo inverts to black, casting a greenish light at his attacker. ] Plague.
[ Wha—
There's no visible indicator of what happens, except that the man drops Adrian to clutch at his stomach with both hands and groan. Adrian manages to land on his feet and stagger back out of reach just as his attacker's eyes bulge and his cheeks fill with what must be vomit. The spell isn't strong enough to kill, but it will certainly put the man at a disadvantage for a moment.
Adrian reaches behind his head, hand poised near one of the radial spikes of his halo, as if he's planning to draw it like a weapon despite the fact that his chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath again. He's resolutely not looking at cabbage man. ]
I apologize... for my rudeness. Perhaps we can all return to our business now.
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Cabbage man is surprisingly fast, agile and precise in a way that Adrian has only ever seen in Fern.
The arm canon thing (not nearly as interesting as Samus') fires into the ceiling, and wood dust rains down on them, as if it was filled with old shrapnel. Non-lethal, then, but it hardly fills Adrian with any comfort while he's being dangled like a stray cat.
Hey! Fuck off buddy, this ain't any of your business.
Of course cabbage man is only fussed about his conversation being interrupted, with no produce here for him to molest. Still, the distraction has loosened that grip just enough for Adrian to suck air into his lungs.
His halo appears at once, like an eye opening behind his head, and Adrian moves fast too. He makes a gesture with one hand, three fingers, a sharp flick of his wrist. The halo inverts to black, casting a greenish light at his attacker. ] Plague.
[ Wha—
There's no visible indicator of what happens, except that the man drops Adrian to clutch at his stomach with both hands and groan. Adrian manages to land on his feet and stagger back out of reach just as his attacker's eyes bulge and his cheeks fill with what must be vomit. The spell isn't strong enough to kill, but it will certainly put the man at a disadvantage for a moment.
Adrian reaches behind his head, hand poised near one of the radial spikes of his halo, as if he's planning to draw it like a weapon despite the fact that his chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath again. He's resolutely not looking at cabbage man. ]
I apologize... for my rudeness. Perhaps we can all return to our business now.