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Honey Song
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"speaking of plans," Sakura says, picking Ritz up from the floor, "we don't have one."
"I was thinking we could just... I don't know, beat the Grifter up?" Ritz replies.
"brilliant." Sakura scoffs, "let's go do it right now. the planning phase is over, right? we're more than ready, you suppose?"
Ritz sticks her tongue out at the Scrub, "what's your plan?"
"get the Grifter following you down an alley, we flank them and gut them. standard pincer maneuver."
"Miss Kusanagi." Ysmir leans in, "she might be one of the Immortals. I don't know if getting close would be a good idea."
Sakura shrugs, "well I doubt an Immortal would care much about a few shuriken and a crossbow bolt, so unless we have a couple spellflingers in present company, I think meelee combat is our only option at this point."
"excuse me," Ash butts in, "but uh, Pyromancer extraordinaire over here."
"you're a mage?" Sakura sneers.
"sure am!" he grins, "what did you expect?"
"I don't know man, you got the whole body by zeus thing going on I expected more of a direct kind of combat from you."
"no way. these babies here," he flexes to emphasize, "are for the girls back home."
"...and for the girls on the road. and for the girls in town. these are for every girl."
"how generous." Sakura replies.
"go ahead, little mama, give 'em a feel. they're like steel anvils."
"I ain't gonna feel your fucking buttcheeks." Sakura winces, "but if we got a spellcaster, that definitely swings things in our favor. if we tweak things a bit... Ysmir and I could try the pincer and keep the Grifter busy, and while they're distracted, loverboy can plug her with some hellfire."
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