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[b][u]Offstage[/u][/b]
Mayhem ensued. That was the best way of putting it. Toys began to rain down from the sky at speed, although Moira mostly ignored that. She simply continued to limp forward, internally cursing at her lack of speed, her eyes focused on Guinevere.

She only took her eyes off her when she spotted those wierd, jelly-like hands. "Tch..." she hissed, readjusting her grip on her sword. Well, jumping out of the way was no longer an option. She stepped forward, spinning her sword and digging it's point into the ground just before it struck, blocking the blow. She didn't even flinch, her cold grey eyes only becoming more fierce. "I'm getting sick of your shit," she hissed to nobody in particular. Her eyes then darted to the second...

There was a loud clang, and the second suddenly found itself impaled into the floor by a still sparking pole. "You'd better hurry up, Moira!" Syed panted, looking thoroughly worse for wear at this point.

"Just do that stupid laser thing!"

"It's a railgun, and I need [i]lightning[/i] to do that! Or at least a really powerful energy source!" His hands constinued to move in rapid yet fluid movements, as he refocused his attention at the skies and the abomination flying within, carefully dodging it's projectiles. The thing was flying so damned high that nobody could reach it.

Nobody but him. He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed through his nose to calm himself.

He threw his hands forward, sending electricity flashing through the air in a maintained stream. While the electricty struck true, the sheer size of the thing meant it did little but cause those toys in the amalgamation to cry out in those awful creepy voices of theirs as it continued to fly.

But he was never aiming to shoot it down anyway. No, he was aiming to overheat the thing, to burn it down. To ensure it stayed down. After all, to create a flame, all you need is a spark. A really big spark. He just had to hope everyone stayed away from it. Those tiny dolls continued to be fired from it, although he kept moving to avoid getting hit. Not that it stopped them scurrying towards his feet none-the-less.

Moira meanwhile swore quite loudly as she found the hand had in fact [i]stuck[/i] to her sword. What the fuck, this shit was sticky too?! How the shit was she supposed to get it off?!

Well, whatever. The thing was kind of attached to that horrible massive dolly mostrosity on the stage. She may as well make herself useful.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" she screamed, putting all her force into wrenching her sword - and the sticky hand - back, unbalancing the giant doll thing in the process. Maybe, just maybe, it would give the others an opening.