The group of three eye the tentacles and the platforms warily. Those things have REACH. The plan appears to be to have two of them take the hits and try and get one of them to safety. Before a gray and lurching Clarkson stumbles up behind them anyway. There's a bit of a scuffle and they'll have to hope that one sacrifice will do for the tentacled god.
The quartet is not quite so well organized and just goes for a mad scramble.
"Well, they're moving faster today, that's for sure," says Phil, "A little more mist in the ball pit. For atmosphere."
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Date: 2010-12-03 08:00 am (UTC)The quartet is not quite so well organized and just goes for a mad scramble.
"Well, they're moving faster today, that's for sure," says Phil, "A little more mist in the ball pit. For atmosphere."