Affirmitive, Mr. Stark, [Fridayd tells him from inside his suit.] He said, 'Pick a side, motherfucker.' [The repulsor is firing up; he's watching the charge race toward ready inside his HUD. Still pointing his glove at the mage on the ground, the tiny splash of color amid the green trees and carnage.
Last minute, he adjusts his aim. Half a degree up. Fires.
The blast of white energy rocks right past Taako, missing him cleanly by several few feet. Just enough to ruffle his Elvish hair. Instead, it takes out a mechanical-looking interloper that had been starting toward Taako, shattering its chassis, flinging it backward.]
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Affirmitive, Mr. Stark, [Fridayd tells him from inside his suit.] He said, 'Pick a side, motherfucker.' [The repulsor is firing up; he's watching the charge race toward ready inside his HUD. Still pointing his glove at the mage on the ground, the tiny splash of color amid the green trees and carnage.
Last minute, he adjusts his aim. Half a degree up. Fires.
The blast of white energy rocks right past Taako, missing him cleanly by several few feet. Just enough to ruffle his Elvish hair. Instead, it takes out a mechanical-looking interloper that had been starting toward Taako, shattering its chassis, flinging it backward.]