[center][color=9e0039] [h1]π’œπ“ƒπ‘”π‘’π“π’Ύπ“†π“Šπ‘’ 𝐿𝒢𝒸𝒽𝒢𝓃𝒸𝑒[/h1] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Fb1UXSA.png[/img] [h3]𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝒢𝓂𝑒 π‘œπ’» π’―π‘’π’Άπ“‚π“Œπ‘œπ“‡π“€[/h3] [/color][/center] For once in the goddamn battle, things went AngΓ©lique’s way, before the sickening mist happened, that is. Her destructive shriek had more potency the she had expected. At first, she believed the newly-formed meatballs would end up being stunned, incapacitated even. She never would’ve thought being able to blast 3/4th of them into oblivion, the last ball made of meat rolled deep into the forest, carried off by the power of the sonic blast. Hopefully, that one would end up stunned wherever it went. The fear that the meaty creature coming back to bite her from behind nagged her mind as she thought of the possibility. For now, with the most little yet lethal threats taken care of, Angel turned her attention to the rest of the battlefield. Directly next to her, a barn-sized spaghetti monster – the one who spawned the meatballs – was throwing more golf car-sized chunks of earth towards the injured Dragon Christopher. Should he be hit by more of these, Angel feared her comrade would not be able to help into this battle, less more stand back up. Knowing she needed the might of her dragon partner, the loud-mouthed Aberration decided to help Chris, so that in turn he might help her defeat this monstrous enemy. Just as she had begun forming a plan in her head, a green mist began to fall upon the battlefield. As much as her instincts told her to not breathe, she needed air to fill her lungs to that she could use her ability, and apparently, there was no way she could escape this fog simply by seeing just how large of an area it covered. Her instincts were right. As soon as Angel began drawing breath into the cursed mist, her mind started feeling fuzzy, her vision shifted slightly and her stomach began acting up. However, this sensation was not quite unknown to the young Canadian rock ex-singer. As a matter of fact, it felt very much like that time she had accepted smoking a joint of weed with a few of her friends, back in the days she was younger. It was the first and last time she smoked this stuff. She would always remember how nauseous and dizzy she had been afterwards, and this fog reminded her vividly of this experience. It was with pain that AngΓ©lique slowly made her way towards her new target. Taking advantage of the creature’s apparent focus on trying to hit the horse-sized dragon with its makeshift earthen projectiles, she sneaked up behind the giant pasta monster’s backside. Mustering every bit of resolve she still clinged on to, Angel dared resist the urge to throw up as she swallowed another mouthful of air to fill her lungs, to expel it afterwards into another hellish scream. Once more, her dedication bore fruits as the oblivious monster in front of her was caught directly into her surprise attack. While it did not end up being as pitiful as the previous spaghetti monster. Instead, this creature looked somewhat shocked, its noodle-arms flailing about aimlessly in panic as it tilted forward and slowly turned to face the perpetrator of this sudden attack, leaving its plated side exposed to Christopher. After letting out that shriek, Angel fell prey to the nausea that had just been plaguing her. Having used her throat in such unrestricted manner, her stomach churned and ejected whatever content it had. Since she had not eaten for a good while, there was nothing left to regurgitate, only but bile. It was with a painful heaving that the black-haired young woman fell on her knees, throwing up this vile liquid. With her vocal cords being a mess from all this screaming, combined with the bile that made up its way and the painful contractions of her trachea from vomiting, Angel felt a painful burning sensation like she never felt before in her throat. She clenched her neck in vain as she coughed up, as if she was hoping to ease the pain this way. Naturally, in only aggravated her situation, and the pain she was in was almost unbearable. It was with tears of pain she looked upon the menacing-looking gargantuan monster made of pasta. At that moment, she wondered if she had made the right choice. If somehow nobody came to take the opportunity of this distracted and stunned foe, then she feared her current state would not allow her to escape the wrath of this monster when it would come back to its sense. Realizing the life-or-death mess she just put herself in, she silently pleaded for help as her eyes met with the dragon on the other side, her vocal chords however too exhausted to allow an audible voice.