[@Metal Tortoise]

[i]Tom patiently watched Steer edge closer, still vibing harsh. He remained unmoving until Steer threw his light hook, whereupon the spell flashed towards Steer's torso from less than two feet away with with instant acceleration, reaching the immediate velocity of an arrow fired from a longbow. As this occurred Tom kicked backwards, sliding out of Steer's reach and hurling forth another spell from his left hand, aiming again at Steer's chest.[/i]

[color=f7976a]"Slipsoapia Faceplantium!"[/color]

[i]Were 'Charactero Dangledoodius' to hit, Mr. Horse from the Ren & Stimpy Show would materialize with his hairy animal ass only a foot above Steer's head, suspended in the air as if free from gravity. Wherever Steer moved, Mr. Horse would remain overhead.[/i]

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[color=f7941d]"No sir! I don't like it-AAAUUUUGGGHHHHH!!"[/color]

[i]Provided the initial spell resolved as intended, Mr. Horse would be interrupted as blood and shit began gushing out of his anus in great steaming quantities. There was literally no end to the vile dysentery, an endless flow of watery crimson-flecked feces threatening to wash Steer's face and drench his clothes with in spicy spurts of grundle juice. He'd be more than likely to take some in the mouth if he opened it.

As for the second spell, it only flew as fast as a small object thrown by a child. Steer might have been too distracted by Mr. Horse though, and if it touched him he'd find himself standing atop a 5x5 foot marble tile slick with lube. The result? Steer potentially slipping. Worst case scenario, he'd be wallowing in liters of horse crap, continually scrambling to try and get back to his feet without slipping again. Were this the case, Tom would only stand a safe distance away, soberly offering Steer as much time as he needed to gather himself.[/i]