[center][color=007236][img]https://i.imgur.com/HQAIbb9.png[/img][/color][/center] [center][@AtomicNut] [@Gentlemanvaultboy] [@Dezuel] [@rawkhawk64][/center] [hr] [color=007236]"Dammit!"[/color] Vernon shouted when Vittorio distracted Bak. He'd been so close! [color=007236][i]'Of course, that half-dead idiot can go around screaming about[/i] his [i]vengeance, but when I want a little he can't even be bothered to take five seconds to read the mood!'[/i][/color] Vernon ranted mentally, though his frustration was clear as day on his face. [color=007236][i]'If William wasn't trying to save him I'd just kill him myself and save everyone the trouble!'[/i] [/color] Answering Vittorio's question wouldn't do him any good and besides, he had bigger things to worry about. It now seemed the "Fallen One" was being pitted against him. Vernon wasn't so keen on fighting him anymore. The math was simple: Vernon had lost to Wolf, and Wolf hadn't exactly been able to beat the Fallen One. The odds weren't in Vernon's favor. But they weren't completely against him. He'd been able to observe the aforementioned fight with Wolf. He knew the Fallen One was deceptively strong and liked to fight dirty. Also, they were clearly at least a little bit drained after scuffling with the gym teacher. One glance could tell you how much of a struggle that fight, however brief, must have been. Vernon set his bottle aside and unzipped his cooler. He pulled out a popsicle and stuck it in his mouth... before viciously biting into it, pretty much eating the whole thing in one go. [color=007236]"Well... I guess this is it then,"[/color] Vernon gave a strained grin and dropped the cooler. He hadn't exactly been planning for this. He would need to stop his opponent's movements and then lock them down entirely, and he'd need to do it quickly. [color=007236]"Allow me to cast the first stone."[/color] And with that he unceremoniously flicked the popsicle stick at the Fallen One's chest, still sticky with saliva and melted popsicle. This was followed by an ice-ball aimed right at their forehead.