The only thing Barricade had absolute faith in was himself, and his ability to survive. Really, he just hoped the Kishin choked on Qilby, and that the Meister didn't get the wise idea to just throw him into its open mouth. Hopefully Qilby knew that only a resonating pair could take out a Kishin, and he couldn't run that far before the damn thing caught him.
About a thousand different possibilities for how to attack the beast ran through his processor, but all of them included him fighting it by himself. He wasn't very good at this whole teamwork thing, let alone instructing someone else what to do. Trying to figure out what to tell a tiny old man what to do when a monstrous beast was coming to eat them was harder than it sounded.
"We're running out of ground here, old man," he said. The passage twisted off into a blind turn, and that usually meant more trouble was around the curve.
The Kishin barreled ahead, snapping its as its prey stayed just out of range. The smell of their souls was still a weak snack, but a snack that bit back certainly wouldn't stand. It thundered down the passage hard enough to shake dirt loose from the ceiling, spikes scraping off mushrooms and scattering phosphorescent blue all over the place. There was no such luck of it being allergic to the stuff, but it was forced to close its maw and shake its head to keep its eyes clear. That didn't slow its charge by much, but had lost some of its momentum.
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About a thousand different possibilities for how to attack the beast ran through his processor, but all of them included him fighting it by himself. He wasn't very good at this whole teamwork thing, let alone instructing someone else what to do. Trying to figure out what to tell a tiny old man what to do when a monstrous beast was coming to eat them was harder than it sounded.
"We're running out of ground here, old man," he said. The passage twisted off into a blind turn, and that usually meant more trouble was around the curve.
The Kishin barreled ahead, snapping its as its prey stayed just out of range. The smell of their souls was still a weak snack, but a snack that bit back certainly wouldn't stand. It thundered down the passage hard enough to shake dirt loose from the ceiling, spikes scraping off mushrooms and scattering phosphorescent blue all over the place. There was no such luck of it being allergic to the stuff, but it was forced to close its maw and shake its head to keep its eyes clear. That didn't slow its charge by much, but had lost some of its momentum.