"Stick close," Zed mutters, as he leads the way down the hallway.
"No damn cover here at all," he continues. "Asses hanging right out in the open."
You better believe he'll remember this moment at renovation time.
"No damn cover here at all," he continues. "Asses hanging right out in the open."
You better believe he'll remember this moment at renovation time.
From:
Oiled
N staggers back up, glaring with fury at Ryan. Most of N isn't even human anymore, but only held together by tendrils of Black Oil. "You'll pay for that, you bastard!!" He draws a blaster and aims.
Seeing Ray's lightsaber, Y swings what's left of his arm, and sends several ropes of Oil straight for the Ghostbuster.
Meanwhile, T charges headlong for the doorway, straight for Venkman and Bill, a wave of Oil rising up in front of him like a small tsunami.
Zed hurries over to the control panel to help Oracle begin retasking the headquarters defenses, while K draws his blaster and prepares to join the fight.
Meanwhile, the rumbling in the distance.... doesn't seem quite as distant as it did....
From:
Re: Oiled
Actually the approach of more oil can probably be judged by the shrillness increase.
From:
Re: Oiled
The best way to do that? He fires the XT at N, aiming for the blaster, but since it's similar to a shotgun, he expects to hit more than that.
From:
Re: Oiled
You know how Ray was talking about how objects had to move really slowly to get across the Holtzmann Shields? How anyone who wanted to get a hand strike in through a shield had to be the Ninja of Slowness to pass the field and inflict any damage at all? Remember that? Good. Because This?
Is the opposite. Ray's going after those ropes of the Oil in a style that can only be compared to a certain li'l green Muppet being strapped into a Red Devil paint mixer.
From:
Re: Oiled
Burn you bastards, burn. And starts blasting straight at T. Angry enough to have PKE wrapped around him, along with the shield. Not even waiting for Bill to get a shot in. And he felt it was better he stepped forward with his defenses. Ready to distract the gunk if necessary.
From:
Re: Oiled
Without looking she calls out to Zed, "I've got internal surveillance. Which internal defense contingency do you want me to activate? I was thinking Case Omicron, but it's your headquarters..."