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[color=firebrick]"Oh cr-"[/color] Mastar immediately went down into their full-tar form to suppress the crack of the rifle from blowing out their eardrums, though they certainly didn't stay put for very long as they started to move to their own location. These might've been some massive tanks, but Mastar wasn't necessarily completely out of any practical use here. Well... okay, maybe they were, but impracticality had a few paragraphs for Mastar.

The tarry mass moved through the grass fluidly, hardly disturbing it if at all. Their goal? Move as close as possible to the tanks, then wait for an ample moment to jump on. Of course, Mastar had to hope it wasn't about to turn and fire a bolt right into them if they were somehow detected, but they were confident. They certainly felt fast enough to keep the cannons aiming for a little bit.

Maybe long enough for Arson to shoot the barrels off and cripple the tanks...? That's not a terrible idea. Maybe Mastar will remember to tell it to Arson when they change forms.