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demonbelthazorWith the powers he'd gained from vanquished demons, Bel was able to fight back against the Beast. But even with those powers, he was still tired and once again wondering why he was struggling so hard to survive. He was trapped here for eternity, and he didn't want to spend that time running for his life.
[For them that know who they are. NFB due to distance.]
[For them that know who they are. NFB due to distance.]
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Date: 2007-03-04 03:21 am (UTC)Okay, okay. Think, classic diagnostic approach to cancer. Attack.
Wilson of course didn't have anything with which to really attack the creature but that was nothing new.
Jumping for a rock, he pondered his options...yes he pondered his options really frakking fast. Fingering the feather in his pocket, he caught sight of how the tongues were going nuts in their attack of Phale and that gave him his next move.
"All right, let's see just how dumb you are." He said softly and turned back towards the giant maw of doom.
We have mentioned the self preservation instincts of a suicidal squirrel right?
Jumping up on rocks as often as he could, Wilson tried to lead the tongue back towards the maw. When he came up on the large, totally disgusting, gaping hole, he yanked out the feather and waved it in the air.
"Here tongue, tongue, tongue...dinner time...come on, come on."
Feeling his heart slamming in his chest, Wilson tried to hold is ground till it looked like the tongue might be falling for it and then he tossed the feather just ahead of the tongue, down towards the maw.
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Date: 2007-03-04 03:28 am (UTC)The maw may have made a low sound of enjoyment at the feather.
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Date: 2007-03-04 03:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-04 03:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-04 03:50 am (UTC)Wilson's torso took most of the blow across the rock, which at least meant he remained conscious. Bad news, it winded the hell out of him and he tumbled hard to the sand, still in the damn things grip and woefully out of tricks.
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Date: 2007-03-04 04:15 am (UTC)Was it ever unhappy when Wilson faded out and disappeared.