( Absolutely fucking not — Jack isn't sure he's ever agreed with a sentiment as hard as he does that one. Really, honestly, it resonates with him on a spiritual level. Same fucking page, man.
He backs up, doing his best not to trip. Frankly, he's a little proud of himself for it; wheeling backwards blind with a prosthetic leg in a viny, rocky cavern is not the easiest of feats.
They aren't moving back nearly quickly enough, though, considering the sheer scale of the beast and how long its stride length is.
Claude's got a solid suggestion, though. It rings familiar in the back of Jack's mind, and maybe that's why his powers latch onto it so easily where otherwise they've been a struggle for him since he got here. In any case, it ducks in abruptly, opens its mouth to either roar or take a snapping bite at Claude, but before it gets a chance-
Jack yeets a full pot of hot coffee directly at its face. Believe it or not, this is not the first time Jack has weaponized coffee pots. It should buy them a few seconds to retreat. )
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He backs up, doing his best not to trip. Frankly, he's a little proud of himself for it; wheeling backwards blind with a prosthetic leg in a viny, rocky cavern is not the easiest of feats.
They aren't moving back nearly quickly enough, though, considering the sheer scale of the beast and how long its stride length is.
Claude's got a solid suggestion, though. It rings familiar in the back of Jack's mind, and maybe that's why his powers latch onto it so easily where otherwise they've been a struggle for him since he got here. In any case, it ducks in abruptly, opens its mouth to either roar or take a snapping bite at Claude, but before it gets a chance-
Jack yeets a full pot of hot coffee directly at its face. Believe it or not, this is not the first time Jack has weaponized coffee pots. It should buy them a few seconds to retreat. )