[ but fucking it up is indeed the plan, and he'll stick to it. f he's to go with this, he hopes it's relatively painless— and he briefly wonders how respawning in vivid works. he might find out soon enough. do or die. do and die. who knows? he really hopes that thing's head is its weak spot. ]
[ but despite the anxious internal monologue, marco takes the cue. his legs tense and his knee tense and he begins his charge, shield and its attached spear aimed forward. just pretend like he's charging some chum on the football field, right, something he's done hundreds of times before. except this is a grotesque bug monster with flailing limbs and spines and teeth. he ducks behind the shield. imminent collision at his highest momentum in 3, 2, 1...
the monster opens it mouth and emits a gutteral screech; with a crunch of exoskeleton, the spear pierces through the roof of its mouth and out of the base of its skull, or whatever the equivalent for it is. ]
[ there are certainly a lot of flailing limbs dancing around and cries coming from it. ]
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[ but despite the anxious internal monologue, marco takes the cue. his legs tense and his knee tense and he begins his charge, shield and its attached spear aimed forward. just pretend like he's charging some chum on the football field, right, something he's done hundreds of times before. except this is a grotesque bug monster with flailing limbs and spines and teeth. he ducks behind the shield. imminent collision at his highest momentum in 3, 2, 1...
the monster opens it mouth and emits a gutteral screech; with a crunch of exoskeleton, the spear pierces through the roof of its mouth and out of the base of its skull, or whatever the equivalent for it is. ]
[ there are certainly a lot of flailing limbs dancing around and cries coming from it. ]