FUCK! [ Glitch covers his head with his hands when he see's the display flying past them, unable to really catch it in time and unsure if it would hit them. Thank god it doesn't but it gets pulled back into the storm beginning to surround them. The room is just flying pieces of death at this moment and Glitch's only got one option:
Try and contain it to just him and Gogo.
He raises his hands up and they begin to tense and shake as he feels the air for metal. He feels the whirl of cascading death around them, how wild it runs around the room and he clenches his hands into fists. He pulls at it, beckoning it to him and her and wild flailing of metal is drawn towards them, but spirals about between the two.
He edges closer, but he's straining, straining hard to try and call more of the flying pieces to them and to contain it in this one little storm. ]
STRIPE! GOGO! YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO ME! CLOSE YOUR EYES, STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS SHIT! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE IT WORSE IF YOU DO!
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Try and contain it to just him and Gogo.
He raises his hands up and they begin to tense and shake as he feels the air for metal. He feels the whirl of cascading death around them, how wild it runs around the room and he clenches his hands into fists. He pulls at it, beckoning it to him and her and wild flailing of metal is drawn towards them, but spirals about between the two.
He edges closer, but he's straining, straining hard to try and call more of the flying pieces to them and to contain it in this one little storm. ]
STRIPE! GOGO! YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO ME! CLOSE YOUR EYES, STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS SHIT! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE IT WORSE IF YOU DO!