Science & Other Extreme Sports [SPLIT] Dec 30, 2021 0:39:46 GMT -5
Post by Curie on Dec 30, 2021 0:39:46 GMT -5
|Science & Other Extreme Sports| - Curie's PL: 25,000 (Antisense)
The situation around her was progressing faster then her calculations had predicted. Perhaps she'd given the Saiyans too much credit; they weren't a species known for their restraint, after all.
It was already raining rubble, and while Curie was confident in her own safety, she was markedly less certain about the goods she'd pilfered. No Tuffle would have the good sense to make anything sturdier then a soggy paper straw, after all, and a stiff breeze could probably irrevocably damage the items she so cherished.
All the more reason to handle her pursuer quickly.
She'd made a bit of a show earlier, but in truth, she couldn't exactly pinpoint where Korado was. She hadn't upgraded her sensors in a long while. She knew someone was chasing her, but not where they were. Troubling. If she were less dignified, a wide area attack would do; but Curie wanted this done stealthily. The last thing she needed was any attention from the other barbarians roaming around.
And, well... she wasn't here to cause wonton destruction. It went against her modus operandi. Taunting, however, was exactly what Curie was all about; and according to her vague senses, she'd lured him out even further. Perhaps a bit more would do the trick?
"It really was quite easy to infiltrate the city, regardless of whatever bits and bobs you lot smacked on those flimsy walls. Admission: I was hoping for a slightly more mentally stimulating challenge. You've disappointed me again... though, that is par for the course."
She continued to wander the street, constantly sweeping for any sign of movement. Her cloud of iron floated menacingly above her, poised and ready for both offensive and defensive action.
"Mocking: Many of the gadgets I've taken here are prototypes, you know. Horribly flawed, though in exceedingly obvious ways. Boasting: I will have them all functional by next week, maximum. Inquiry: Am I not a kind soul?"
Movement- quick as a fox, a metallic tendril shot towards Korado's position, aiming to entrap him in a haze of mercurial sludge!