[Ooc: Go big or go home, right Rivispyguy1503 wrote:(Well, this should be fun.).spyguy1503 wrote:There seem to be too many to defeat by force.
Wait. Most of a 50 cal sniper rifle bullet melted when he wasn't looking? Crap. ]
WB: I don't think we have anything that can hurt the flying flamer up there boys...
3M: *We'll think of something*
YB: Du-na-da-na-na-na! Charge!
WB: Are you crazy? Oh, look who I'm asking...
3M: Hey fox mech. Maybe it's time for some close combat. Frosty the fireman there can't flambé us if we're by his friends. See if you can get behind the she who wields the shield... I'm sure Captain America has the legal rights to that anyway...
Marc charges at the tightly clustered cadre of costumes who suddenly bear a striking resemblance (in his mind at least) to the demented clowns in his bomb-tastic hallucination. This is for the pinwheels, you face-painting freaks! he screams as he releases one of his flash-bang grenades just before closing to melee range. Marc covers his own eyes and ears just before it goes off.
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Good thing Marc has that tasty "elusive target" bonus