[It was tragic really. That Mikasa was that busy smashing one crutch into the face of an undead turnskin to see him posing as he skidded along the cobbles. Gritted teeth bared as she almost swings to hit him as well when he got to close.
Of course, a wooden crutch wasn't the best weapon. Not even in a stronger monster's hands. Even if Mikasa was strong for a fae, stronger than a human should have been. Especially with that armour. It wasn't a match for the raw strenght of a turnskin...or a puca's legs apprantly. Because while that faun is absoulutely fucking gone. The crutch creaked and splintered against the bear-turnskin's skull. The sheer force of it ripping a chunk of fur and flesh off leaving a little bit of bone visable.
But unlike a human. Even discounting the fact that this was an undead. The skull wasn't damaged, no cracks... When she'd normally be able to brain someone the same way. Maybe against a less sturdy creature she'd have better luck. But for now she was teetering, having to hop on her good leg. Swinging the crutch on her bad side out to catch her. Then her wings flickered, taking the pressure off her injuried leg.]
Shit- [A little hiss, under her breath. This was not good. It might have been okay if she wasn't down a leg. But she couldn't fight. Not like this. And she'd already seen Mettaton fighting before. He had them unprepared now, or as unprepared as a corpse could be but...]
Can you carry me? [It'd...potentially suck. Given that the iron powder that had chased her out of her oringal hiding place had been wearing at her enchantment. But even if the magic did run out, there'd be clothes between them. That would have to be enough.
Mettaton... She regrets coming out to be honest. This friend-date as a trio was terrible. She has regrets.]
I always do them one tag late....
Of course, a wooden crutch wasn't the best weapon. Not even in a stronger monster's hands. Even if Mikasa was strong for a fae, stronger than a human should have been. Especially with that armour. It wasn't a match for the raw strenght of a turnskin...or a puca's legs apprantly. Because while that faun is absoulutely fucking gone. The crutch creaked and splintered against the bear-turnskin's skull. The sheer force of it ripping a chunk of fur and flesh off leaving a little bit of bone visable.
But unlike a human. Even discounting the fact that this was an undead. The skull wasn't damaged, no cracks... When she'd normally be able to brain someone the same way. Maybe against a less sturdy creature she'd have better luck. But for now she was teetering, having to hop on her good leg. Swinging the crutch on her bad side out to catch her. Then her wings flickered, taking the pressure off her injuried leg.]
Shit- [A little hiss, under her breath. This was not good. It might have been okay if she wasn't down a leg. But she couldn't fight. Not like this. And she'd already seen Mettaton fighting before. He had them unprepared now, or as unprepared as a corpse could be but...]
Can you carry me? [It'd...potentially suck. Given that the iron powder that had chased her out of her oringal hiding place had been wearing at her enchantment. But even if the magic did run out, there'd be clothes between them. That would have to be enough.
Mettaton... She regrets coming out to be honest. This friend-date as a trio was terrible. She has regrets.]