[center][h2]THE BEAST HOWLS[/h2][/center]

[justify][color=green]”ZOG ME!”[/color] One of the orks yelled, watching as the shot from Octolys’ crawler pinged the warboss’ head clean off. [color=green]”DA BOSSES ‘EAD WENT CLEAN OFF!”[/color] A chorus of laughter came from the orks, soon replaced with sounds of confusion and panic. Cries to run away were called, and soon the triumphant [s]hops[/s] charge turned into routing [s]hops[/s] scattering as the force fell apart as soon as it was mustered. [color=green]”FIND DA PAINBOY!”[/color] One of the orks yelled, grabbing the still miniature of their former warboss and hopping away with him in tow.

Although Octolys might have bought himself some time, if his knowledge of the realm where came from was thorough, then he would also know how hard they are to truly remove. They would be back.
[hr]The Gashadokuro heaved itself upwards, melted heads turning to gaze towards Kurosame and targeting her to be added to the melted mass. It was good time that her hydro-powered flight kicked in, for where she had been standing previously was now a broken chunk of shelf thanks to the tendril-like mass of melted limbs that whipped forth in a resounding [b]KRANG![/b] Grabbing the bent metal, the amalgamation pulled itself up again and turned to face the toy pirate.

Almost presenting its treasure to her.

The water found its mark, wrapped around the head holding the mask. It would take more effort than anticipated to rip the thing off, but that was surely no match for Kurosame’s hydrokinetic abilities. The mask pinged itself free, a [b]howl[/b] escaping from the mass as the source of its speed was so violently ripped away. Its movements soon became slower, and slower, as if the melted plastic had started to solidify within in a mock equivalent of petrification. In a final attempt to try and gets its mask back, the Gashadokuro grabbed onto the shelves it held itself open and [b]pulled[/b].

Kurosame’s brief flight may have let her evade the beast’s flailing, but she’d need to don the mask and gain the [b]bolstered speed[/b] before the collapsing shelf forced her to the ground with all the toyboxes sliding towards her!
[hr][color=00aeef]”’ey ‘ey ‘ey! Firstly, I already [i]got[/i] a name. Secondly, I ain’t some kinda steed. We’ll take ya in range, but no suicide charges. Ya feel me?”[/color] Reginald honked, still carrying Verinoca despite everything. With a kick from the impromptu party, the plastic Jerry’s beat their wings with enough force to grant some form of temporary flight. Not that they could go high or [i]far[/i], but they could easily see the battle of the collapsing shelves above as they neared their target.

The Jerry’s were not good at dodging, either. [color=00aeef]"WHOAH!"[/color] was the only warning the party got, before the raining toyboxes forced the oversized geese to make an impromptu landing  much closer than anybody would have liked. Geese slamming into the floor only a meter or so away from the dying Grimlock, and the now fresh fire caused from his battle with the dragon. The clattering of toyboxes and the creaking of shelves may have proven to be a temporary challenge—

—but the real hazard was yet to come.
[hr][color=green]”RIGHT LADS, YA READY?”[/color] One ork turned to the other. Stormboyz, these were. Orks so obsessed with speed that they strapped engines on their backs to let them chaotically fly into battle. This time was different, however. For they had ditched the plastic engines that they were assembled with, replacing them with very real and very [b]explosive[/b] fireworks from the section near the checkout.

One stormboy gave a thumbs up to the other, grots hopping with matches to light the fireworks alight. The hissing and bright lights could be seen by all who weren’t obscured by shelves, the orks yelling once more before-[/justify][h3][color=yellow][b]SHEEEE[/b][/color][color=orange][b]EEEEOOOOOOOWWWW![/b][/color][/h3][h3][color=red][b]BANG![/b][/color][/h3]
[justify]Fireworks erupted, carrying the orks to their rapid deaths. But each firework was a disaster unto itself, melting toys and causing fiery explosive fragments to rain down as a mass of fires were lit from their foolhardy actions. But worst of all was the firework that went towards the window. The hissing screech slamming the plastic against the glass, causing the crack Kruosame left to grow and splinter before the [b]bang[/b] caused an even bigger rupture.[/justify]
[center][h2]AND THE STORM RESPONDS[/h2][/center]
[justify]With the glass so weak from the multiple assaults, the storm broke through with a resounding crash. The hurricane’s flooding forces started to [b]pour[/b] into the toystore. A dribble turned into a pour, and then into a fully-blown stream. At first it was only enough to make the ground wet, but with each passing second the more water started to rush into the store.[/justify][center][h1]NEW HAZARD: FLOODING[/h1]The toystore's water level will continue to rise from this point.[/center]