grasshopper 1, video

[blitzcheer]

Hee-eyy, is there anyone on board who can whip up some small containers? With magic or--whatever? Is there anything around? I need to make this--

[ He holds up a filled glass bottle the size of about an energy drink. ...if with a fancier bottle to it. ]

Into about--three! They're megalixirs! They'll make people feel good as new out on missions, magic and all! Light! [ And a smile springs on his face, even if he doesn't know she can hear him. ] I got a bunch of them! --Oh yeah, and Bryn! Yuna! I got stuff for you too! Come meet me in the luggage car!

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[enthunder]

[ Odin's strengths are largely negated in a one-on-one, and even moreso in such a confined space. His strength and staying power have him in good stead, so he simply moves to block Tidus's strike with his shield, the entire piece flaring with flickering light. Natural resistances negate some of the delay buster, but his retaliating flurry of sweeping, spinning blows with the great double-bladed sword are a mite slower to begin, and deprived of their usual fluidity.

When the combo is finished, whether it struck or not, he straightens, and half of the room is filled with vertical bolts of electricity.

(Light winces, but the lights don't go out, or anything, so... it's probably fine?) ]

[blitzcheer]

[ It's not the temporary stun Tidus was looking for, but slowing the motions and the diversion of answering his attack gives him room to kick back and display better the effects of his haste, the fluid athleticism in his own movements as he backflips with his one free hand to catch and bounce him back onto his feet, his sword held to stop it scraping against the ground.

But distance doesn't mean anything with the aerial electricity now permanently part of the field(?). He scoffs, even if inwardly he's realising that shit, he hasn't derust his reflect spell since he hopped on this train ride if those bolts do anything weird.

Nevertheless: ] Wanna see me dance? Fine! I know my way 'round lightning!

[ But he flicks the wrist of his armed hand, the burst of lights coming, and then--he's back in, swifter than before, followed by a light of blue tracing off his brotherhood that swings twice at one of its legs, another if the swing of that double-sided weapon isn't coming for him, or otherwise, he's jumping out. The sound of crackling somewhere behind him, but he doesn't dare look with the bigger threat ahead of him.

He wants to see how well he can damage this thing like this, or find a way to weaken the armour.

Or maybe, he should think of giving himself more protection first. ]