Nellancholy
Two Thousand Club
The dragon and the frigid swordswoman focused on providing covering fire for the others, taking out the smaller appliances in droves, clearing the way for Wing and apparently Justice. It was funny, seeing that bulky caprine brute flounder after trying to launch themselves towards TV Head to take it out, only to falter thanks to Wing's little hop. They really should leave the flying to the gloriously bewinged. It brought a chuckle to Wing's lips, but little more. After all, there'd be plenty of time to laugh out loud later.
Speaking of which...it was time to land a solid blow on TV Head itself.
Justice Rampant barreled towards the gestalt, the impending impact on TV Head's lower body likely to topple it like a tree, and so allow all and sundry to assault their main target.
But they wouldn't get that chance.
Burning Wing's eyes narrowed as she regarded the sight displayed on the screen. Fried chicken. The incessant demands of the marketing department. Usually, she drew power from Phenex's voracious, insatiable, limitless flames. But the simple sight of that obtrusive ad seemed to ignite a spark in Posey's soul as well, causing the heat within Wing to burn even fiercer.
"And thank you for your service, TV Head!" She hissed, steam issuing from her mouth. "Now I know what to get for dinner. But first...I'll have you as the appetizer!" Gracefully, Wing tucked into a somersault, dropping down on the Head. Her whip unfurled, whipping vertically around her. Drawing from Phenex's cosmic fury and Posey's indignation at being advertised to, a sheath of white-hot flame engulfed the whip.
And with a sharp CRACK, it slashed down TV Head's monitor, leaving a red-hot trail down its face as the display was overtaken by distorted lines, just like the outcome of a frustrated kid punching their computer screen.
Wing landed behind Justice Rampant in the wake of their charge, glancing up at TV Head.
That was a fierce blow...but was that enough?
Speaking of which...it was time to land a solid blow on TV Head itself.
Justice Rampant barreled towards the gestalt, the impending impact on TV Head's lower body likely to topple it like a tree, and so allow all and sundry to assault their main target.
But they wouldn't get that chance.
Burning Wing's eyes narrowed as she regarded the sight displayed on the screen. Fried chicken. The incessant demands of the marketing department. Usually, she drew power from Phenex's voracious, insatiable, limitless flames. But the simple sight of that obtrusive ad seemed to ignite a spark in Posey's soul as well, causing the heat within Wing to burn even fiercer.
"And thank you for your service, TV Head!" She hissed, steam issuing from her mouth. "Now I know what to get for dinner. But first...I'll have you as the appetizer!" Gracefully, Wing tucked into a somersault, dropping down on the Head. Her whip unfurled, whipping vertically around her. Drawing from Phenex's cosmic fury and Posey's indignation at being advertised to, a sheath of white-hot flame engulfed the whip.
And with a sharp CRACK, it slashed down TV Head's monitor, leaving a red-hot trail down its face as the display was overtaken by distorted lines, just like the outcome of a frustrated kid punching their computer screen.
Wing landed behind Justice Rampant in the wake of their charge, glancing up at TV Head.
That was a fierce blow...but was that enough?
