10-19-2017, 05:59 AM
The 'good doctor' had yet a few more tricks in store for the primes, although Celestia could hardly called it surprise. In fact she expected him to still have a few they hadn't seen yet, although she doubted there would be time to see them. With the state all the combatants seemed to be in, she expected the battle to be over soon, one way or another.
Psych seemed to have the have the upper hoof at the moment. Celestia was expecting something new, but she hadn't expected him to turn himself into an acid fountain. It was a frustratingly pervasive attack, forcing the primes to dive into cover just to keep themselves away from it's sting. And even that seemed like it could only last so long, as motes of the caustic liquid slipped around their impromptu barricade. It wasn't a perfect seal, even if the debris itself was proving surprisingly hardy.
Celestia wished observe her opponent, and thus be able to work out his current weaknesses with her own eyes, but she would have to make do, and quickly. Psych had at least made one weakness readily apparent, in having to attach himself to the ceiling so thoroughly he clearly couldn't move while he was keeping the group suppressed. If the primes could only get close to him, he would be essentially at their mercy, for a time. If only they could get close...
“Well, anyone got any ideas about Dr. Sprinkler over there?” Ash's voice brought her back out of her thoughts. He fidgeted where he was crouched, though whether that was due to the frustration of being pinned or to dodge a particularly large glob of toxic goo that had congealed and dripped down wasn't quite clear.
It was enough to drag Celestia out of her thoughts. “I have an idea, but...”
Ash replied almost immediately. “Well we aren't doing much else at the moment!”
Celestia frowned. She didn't like the plan, but she couldn't fault the logic. She picked up a selection of scattered tools with her telekinesis, and flung them in the direction of their foe. The improvised attack was too unfocused to cause him much harm, but the obstructions and the irregularity of it was enough to slow down the spray for a time.
It was enough to create the opening the alicorn needed. With a grunt of effort along with her magic, she lifted up the largest of the tables they were hiding behind and, straining, began to push it forward at an angle that would deflect most of the droplets. “I can get us close,” Celestia said between panting breaths, “at which point you'll need to put a stop to this!”
As a final touch her shield flared to life again. It wouldn't hold for very long, but it would grant them some extra protection while it did, and she'd have had to bring it down anyways for their next attack.
Psych seemed to have the have the upper hoof at the moment. Celestia was expecting something new, but she hadn't expected him to turn himself into an acid fountain. It was a frustratingly pervasive attack, forcing the primes to dive into cover just to keep themselves away from it's sting. And even that seemed like it could only last so long, as motes of the caustic liquid slipped around their impromptu barricade. It wasn't a perfect seal, even if the debris itself was proving surprisingly hardy.
Celestia wished observe her opponent, and thus be able to work out his current weaknesses with her own eyes, but she would have to make do, and quickly. Psych had at least made one weakness readily apparent, in having to attach himself to the ceiling so thoroughly he clearly couldn't move while he was keeping the group suppressed. If the primes could only get close to him, he would be essentially at their mercy, for a time. If only they could get close...
“Well, anyone got any ideas about Dr. Sprinkler over there?” Ash's voice brought her back out of her thoughts. He fidgeted where he was crouched, though whether that was due to the frustration of being pinned or to dodge a particularly large glob of toxic goo that had congealed and dripped down wasn't quite clear.
It was enough to drag Celestia out of her thoughts. “I have an idea, but...”
Ash replied almost immediately. “Well we aren't doing much else at the moment!”
Celestia frowned. She didn't like the plan, but she couldn't fault the logic. She picked up a selection of scattered tools with her telekinesis, and flung them in the direction of their foe. The improvised attack was too unfocused to cause him much harm, but the obstructions and the irregularity of it was enough to slow down the spray for a time.
It was enough to create the opening the alicorn needed. With a grunt of effort along with her magic, she lifted up the largest of the tables they were hiding behind and, straining, began to push it forward at an angle that would deflect most of the droplets. “I can get us close,” Celestia said between panting breaths, “at which point you'll need to put a stop to this!”
As a final touch her shield flared to life again. It wouldn't hold for very long, but it would grant them some extra protection while it did, and she'd have had to bring it down anyways for their next attack.