[@Doc Doctor]

[b]Steer[/b]:

{Narrowed Changes.}

“…[b][i]I’D FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD IF SHE LET ME[/i][/b]!”

The admittance came, perhaps faster than it should of. When you have time on the road by yourself to think about every random which thing, before, during, and after light meditation/exercises, you tend to ‘know yourself’ better then you should. He had never told ANYONE that and while it wasn’t…borderline evil it was something to look at him funny. While he blurted out the word, this stopped both his right hands attempt and his Holy Chi blast, or the narration at least, most of it. He had been stopped at the ‘HOLY CHI BLAST’ section of his narration but an idea occurred. Sure he couldn’t launch…Oh great he was naked now and covered in honey…As I was saying; sure he couldn’t launch if he didn’t narrate BUT…what if he..

“…[b]DEFENSE PRESS[/b]!!!!!”

Simple but direct words sung in with half words that happened and inbetween others that didn’t. The Chi Blast itself in his right hand, the Chi having never left, didn’t go off no…but something much stranger, some might say weirder occurred; instead of an explosion a solid blue wall popped up from Steers right hand. Taller than Steer or Tom, (say about seven feet tall five feet wide it quite literally would form right in Toms face and push him back and form JUST as that Sex Change spell occurred, said spell connecting with it but finding itself redirected by the shield and not hitting Steer. Quick thinking and speaking saved the day here, and though it wasn’t as effective as his initial blast attempt, give the positioning and how the Shield and its properties acted, Tom basically would feel like a pancake press was slowly trying to turn him into a ‘Holy’ energy induced searing pancake.

 Left hand wiggled, unused given certain things weren’t meant and Steer formulated plans…even if most of the crowd was now sickened by seeing his pasty white ass on display…good thing he DID take his hoodie and sandles off before this.