[h2][color=green][center]Slick[/center][/color][/h2]

Slick neither saw nor cared about Caesar coming in to save the day. Right now he was very focused on Green and Blue, particularly the fact that they were in midair and thus very vulnerable. [color=green]"Let's see you dodge this!"[/color] Slick maxed the output of his flamethrower and let it rip, releasing a stream of fire so intense a normal man would have to brace themselves to make sure they didn't get pushed back. Slick was not a normal man. With the bottom of his feet covered in oil he flew backwards off the ship, laughing like a maniac the entire time.

Slick had a plan though, insane he may be but he wasn't suicidal. He took his finger off the trigger and lashed out towards the ship with his right hand, a tendril of sticky oil flying towards the mast. It latched on easily, Slick tugging himself back towards the ship at high speed. He braced himself for impact, slamming into the mast hard and possibly cracking a rib. He had a good overview of the battlefield now, finally noticing Caesar but still not really caring about him. [color=green]"Charred fur smells bad, get out of the way!"[/color] He yelled as he shot another burst of flame, this time from above Blue and Green.