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[right][sup][i]NYC Alleyway outside the Bookstore[/i][/sup][/right]
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Hierophant Green’s tentacles stretched and contorted around the motorcycle, feeling the abrasive material of the tires spin against West’s puppet. West held on, trying to focus every fiber of his being into controlling Hierophant Green. But as the mystical vehicle began to rev, a gust of freezing cold wind violently blew back at Hierophant Green and West.

West yelled in complete shock, being knocked over. He tumbled and scrambled to the side of the alley behind a dumpster, trying to avoid the direct harm of this extreme temperature as this sudden blizzard-like breeze began to gnaw at his skin. The feeling was not something he was expecting, it felt like winter had come to NYC too early!

[color=39b54a]What in the world? This thing can create winter storms out of no where? I’ve never seen anything like it. Are these ghostly beings capable of channeling the elements of nature themselves?[/color]

He commanded Hierophant Green to stay strong, but it began to lose its grip on the violent vehicle, several of the tentacles pulling away as the winds pushed the being back toward the entrance of the alley. The motorcycle was straining against his pull, trying to run over the kid. However, a couple of West's tentacles still clamped on. He attempted to have them divide into smaller strands that all began to string around the motorcycle and tried clog up its wheels. Perhaps he could get wedge the tendrils between the vehicle and the rider, to pry him off his seat?! Some of his tentacles reached to try this tactic.

[color=39b54a]Or if I just work these tentacles and mess up the machinery, I can slow it down and hold it still for good?[/color] West grunted as he strained to control Hierophant Green with precision and power… It was getting difficult, especially with the intense winds. He needed to work with that kid. That kid seemed to have control of a zipper-themed ghost assistant!

He peeked past the dumpster and saw the kid trying to punch at the motorcycle. Maybe they could work in tandem, the kid punching the rider, and West trying to pull the vehicle down and in the opposite direction.

[color=39b54a]“Hey kid! I don’t know what the heck is going on, but maybe get him off his seat! I’ll drag his motorcycle down and you zipper him up and off it!”[/color] West screamed over the roaring winds.

Then, he used all his strength to have Hierophant Green try to stretch more tentacles, interweave them into the machinery, and pull the motorcycle down towards the ground to try to slam or topple it.