[If the roar of the crowd was deafening, it's ground-shaking now - chanting Garou! Garou! Garou! They love him. As he imbues the chainsaw with Scarlet, he'll just feel even more of that violent bloodlust course through him. If he needed any additional incentive to fight his hardest, at his most brutal, he'd find it easily now. But he's already got that kinda under control, right?
He takes another swing at the Mage's legs, getting it pretty deep in there, but the guy doesn't go all the way down this time. He shoots back some of those light streaks at him, ripping into his skin - maybe slowing him down some. Still, the mage looks about half-health now.
Marcy! She shoots fire at the dino. He loves it! He loves it. It smells like delicious dinomeat barbeque in here, and he's writhing and yelling trying to put it out before it burns too badly. It doesn't do him much good, badly crispy by the end of it. He'll take another swing at her, lashing out with his tail to trip her up and send her crashing to the ground, and she's a little banged up from claws and magic lasers, but she's still got a good amount of fight left.
Kumon is turning it around now. The purple spraypaint is hitting him now - doesn't he feel ... creative? If he just turns this way and that, he can fire off two attacks in quick succession - and that he does. The first set of knives plunge their way into the Rider deeply with more thunks, and the last one, though at first it seems the aim is going to be off - he shifts at the last second to try and dodge and someone ends up with it directly in his forehead. And then falls over backwards in a cloud of dust, bleeding his last.
The crowd changes its chants to KU-MON! KU-MON! KU-MON! Sorry Garou. ]
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He takes another swing at the Mage's legs, getting it pretty deep in there, but the guy doesn't go all the way down this time. He shoots back some of those light streaks at him, ripping into his skin - maybe slowing him down some. Still, the mage looks about half-health now.
Marcy! She shoots fire at the dino. He loves it! He loves it. It smells like delicious dinomeat barbeque in here, and he's writhing and yelling trying to put it out before it burns too badly. It doesn't do him much good, badly crispy by the end of it. He'll take another swing at her, lashing out with his tail to trip her up and send her crashing to the ground, and she's a little banged up from claws and magic lasers, but she's still got a good amount of fight left.
Kumon is turning it around now. The purple spraypaint is hitting him now - doesn't he feel ... creative? If he just turns this way and that, he can fire off two attacks in quick succession - and that he does. The first set of knives plunge their way into the Rider deeply with more thunks, and the last one, though at first it seems the aim is going to be off - he shifts at the last second to try and dodge and someone ends up with it directly in his forehead. And then falls over backwards in a cloud of dust, bleeding his last.
The crowd changes its chants to KU-MON! KU-MON! KU-MON! Sorry Garou. ]