What... The hell is it doing..? Is it eating the foam..? Is that bad?! Can it recover from that?! Terrence isn't really in much of a mind to ponder most of this, but the disgusting slurping sound coming from the creature causes a visceral enough reaction in him to stop the spraying.
Oh fuck, it just grabbed onto Garrot's weapon, and Terrence doesn't have his own back yet! It seems distracted enough for the moment, though, and it's still both really slow and already holding on, so he should be okay, but... Now, what..? Man, it has a lot of hands, but... If it's going to keep trying to hold on, then maybe they can stop it from doing that at least?
"Sucecq, get ready to convert the shield to a claymore! Or... A zweihander! Something long," the rabbit knight stammers, circling around the creature towards the two doctors while maintaining a safe distance. He's clearly flustered, but at least he's analyzing the situation. Terrence doesn't know his medieval weaponry all that well, but he trusts that the other knight can handle a big fuck-off hunk of sharpened metal even before a buff.
"Garrot, I'm going to strengthen your doppelganger! Or... Yourself? Whichever one is wielding the sword! Perhaps if you keep the blade perpetually moving, you can slice through it even as it tries to grab hold!"
After strafing around the creature over to Garrot Classic, Terrence holds out both hands - one to touch the shield in GC's hand and the other to rest against his arm, doing both the converting and buffing at the same time. It's only been three days, but even with the knights losing their powers earlier in the day it's practically second-nature to him already.
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Oh fuck, it just grabbed onto Garrot's weapon, and Terrence doesn't have his own back yet! It seems distracted enough for the moment, though, and it's still both really slow and already holding on, so he should be okay, but... Now, what..? Man, it has a lot of hands, but... If it's going to keep trying to hold on, then maybe they can stop it from doing that at least?
"Sucecq, get ready to convert the shield to a claymore! Or... A zweihander! Something long," the rabbit knight stammers, circling around the creature towards the two doctors while maintaining a safe distance. He's clearly flustered, but at least he's analyzing the situation. Terrence doesn't know his medieval weaponry all that well, but he trusts that the other knight can handle a big fuck-off hunk of sharpened metal even before a buff.
"Garrot, I'm going to strengthen your doppelganger! Or... Yourself? Whichever one is wielding the sword! Perhaps if you keep the blade perpetually moving, you can slice through it even as it tries to grab hold!"
After strafing around the creature over to Garrot Classic, Terrence holds out both hands - one to touch the shield in GC's hand and the other to rest against his arm, doing both the converting and buffing at the same time. It's only been three days, but even with the knights losing their powers earlier in the day it's practically second-nature to him already.