"Rrrr-" Okay, they can still use this. His focus shifts, flexes- and more meaty phoomps of Chicken explode around their prey. If he can BURY THEM in the stuff maybe it'll make shit easier. Build a wall of fried poultry.
A stray hot dog appears- a few burger patties. A spattering of bacon as he figures out what he can and can't do- the sloppy joe slurry is probably the least dignified thing but at this point? he doesn't care. It's a tool and one he can and will use to lethal effect-
As soon as he figures out HOW.
Amidst the meat slinging and the shield holding- the floor buckles.
They don't have flight rings and the Meta? Isn't small, isn't light. He staggers, arms flailing, little explosions of fried chicken and bacon filling the inside of the shield sphere now-
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A stray hot dog appears- a few burger patties. A spattering of bacon as he figures out what he can and can't do- the sloppy joe slurry is probably the least dignified thing but at this point? he doesn't care. It's a tool and one he can and will use to lethal effect-
As soon as he figures out HOW.
Amidst the meat slinging and the shield holding- the floor buckles.
They don't have flight rings and the Meta? Isn't small, isn't light. He staggers, arms flailing, little explosions of fried chicken and bacon filling the inside of the shield sphere now-