[ don't ask stupid questions that dredge up more weird trauma, jeez. ok no he's just taking a wild guess but it looks like he hit the jackpot.
anyway, as soon as mammon 'disappears,' fizz is shouting. ]
Look out! He's not going anywhere!
[ it's hoarse but loud, enough to get the point across a split-second before those spidery limbs shoot out. even though he can tell it's not targeted, not aimed anywhere in particular, he panics (again) and slams the side of his fist into the junction of where metal leg meets organic thigh and the lights at the joint shudder once, twice, before lighting up.
thank fuck. ]
Having trouble without all your powers, Mammon? Did no one tell you that you're not as strong as you are back home?
Well, get ████ed!
[ he's too far away to do much, just out of reach of his arms, so he holds onto the pole with one arm and limp-drags himself closer behind the sin, just enough so that he can extend his other arm to its limit and wrap it around all those spidery little stabbers to tighten them together and keep them from moving as he yanks them down toward the ground.
sure, he still feels like he's gonna puke or pass out or both and there are gold splatters all over the ground around him (and on his face, and torso, and everywhere from when mammon shook the wing), but at least he can do something. ]
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anyway, as soon as mammon 'disappears,' fizz is shouting. ]
Look out! He's not going anywhere!
[ it's hoarse but loud, enough to get the point across a split-second before those spidery limbs shoot out. even though he can tell it's not targeted, not aimed anywhere in particular, he panics (again) and slams the side of his fist into the junction of where metal leg meets organic thigh and the lights at the joint shudder once, twice, before lighting up.
thank fuck. ]
Having trouble without all your powers, Mammon? Did no one tell you that you're not as strong as you are back home?
Well, get ████ed!
[ he's too far away to do much, just out of reach of his arms, so he holds onto the pole with one arm and limp-drags himself closer behind the sin, just enough so that he can extend his other arm to its limit and wrap it around all those spidery little stabbers to tighten them together and keep them from moving as he yanks them down toward the ground.
sure, he still feels like he's gonna puke or pass out or both and there are gold splatters all over the ground around him (and on his face, and torso, and everywhere from when mammon shook the wing), but at least he can do something. ]