(OOC: So, UZ is just barely sticking out of the ground? Alright. Also, I’m assuming that all of UZ’s dialogue up there is actually his thoughts, right? Kinda confuzzling.
Here’s the current set up: Donik has, in addition to his standard armaments, a 20 foot steel rope attached to an electric generator. He is also wearing industrial rubber gloves.)
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Donik looked around at the new, lush, beautiful, scenery, with a giant worm putting on his “game face” as its centerpiece.
Nothing was going as planned. Getting out of this by dramatically turning the tables seemed virtually impossible--one can’t fight spirits, apparently. Not to mention, his obviously sentient opponent didn’t seem to understand their mutual dilemma.
Donik furrowed his brow and unfurled his rope.
Chances are, both of us will die, you gratting idiot. Classic divide and conquer.
Donik paced toward the worm, making slow and methodic steps. He smirked.
Fine. If you’re raring for a fight and can’t take the hint, then I’ll just kill you and hope these guys reward victory.
He reared back his left arm, like he was wielding a horse whip, and let loose at the Worm--flicking the generator’s “On” button in mid flight, sending a surge of electricity through the steel rope.
He was going to kill that thing, and if, after that, the Shadows decided to kill him anyway, he’d find a way to kill ghosts. He'd kill every one of them, because he was
Donik.
And that was all that mattered.
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(OOC: Short, but sweet.
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