Felix by this point is just a ball of incandescent rage, unable to escape the shield bubble as the ground shifts beneath them, and so unable to attack past it. Instead, he's attempting to swat away the various meats flying around them, even as what appears to be a chain of sausages whaps him in the back of the head.
With a snarl, he tries to make his way towards the Meta, but a flurry of popcorn chicken smacks against the front of his visor, and a second later the floor under his feet cracks and tips him forward.
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Felix by this point is just a ball of incandescent rage, unable to escape the shield bubble as the ground shifts beneath them, and so unable to attack past it. Instead, he's attempting to swat away the various meats flying around them, even as what appears to be a chain of sausages whaps him in the back of the head.
With a snarl, he tries to make his way towards the Meta, but a flurry of popcorn chicken smacks against the front of his visor, and a second later the floor under his feet cracks and tips him forward.
"Son of a bitch!"