Azga had stepped back to allow Solo to do her thing. He watched, with folded arms as she made her movements, pinning the Arm's Slave down and etc.
"Gya ha ha ha... Azga the Amazing... Do you call yourself that name because you're not? Do you think you're so pathetic that you need such a thing? Titles, names, honors... We never got to choose our names you know. Names are picked from our psyche, symbolic to who we are. They're appropriate, or even ironic. Philosophical questions all around. Where do you fall under, Azga? Who's the real you? This one right here, right now, in Deep Ground? Or the sad sack in her room, escaping her reality for our fantasy?"The witch doctor's face remained stiff as he listened to the monster before him go off, but his hand gripped tightly at his arm. How did this jerk even know who he was offline? For that matter, it wasn't possible for anyone to know his real gender... at least, he didn't think so. His face darkened, barely registering what he was saying to Solo in that time. The sound of his arm crunching, however, did cause him to flinch and refocus as the Arm's Slave's arm was ripped off. He mentioned going AFK--odd, with his usual way of speaking with the rest of the time being completely different from this---before shooting up to the ceiling, and then sending his chains off at Azga. The Witch Doctor didn't have time to react as he was snatched up by the claw of the chain and snapped back to the Arm's Slave at breakneck speed, his virtual glasses falling off in the process. He let out a surprised yelp as he was yanked upwards without warning, finding himself looking down at the expanse of the sanctuary beneath him through squinted eyes.
Why was his eyesight even bad in virtual reality? He turned his face back at the Arms Slave, unable to see anything at all really without his glasses. With his arms pinned at his side, he couldn't exactly cast spells or reform the digital frames like he usually could. It would seem that he was just as helpless as the Arm's Slave. Even so, he couldn't help himself from smiling, confident that Solo had this in the bag.
"You only taunt because in truth you're nothing like this in reality. It's so obvious that you're trying to overcompensate by customizing a character to be so 'terrifying' and huge. You're small. Small and weak with probably no friends... Honestly, even If I lose here, I still win. I'm too fabulous not to." He moved his head to shake some blonde locks out of his eyes, grinning boldly at the paralyzed Arms Slave with his golden eyes sparkling.
"Or rather, we, are too fabulous not to."@Lucius Cypher @Ashifili