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BayRatLawrence B. Ellison
Mostly pointless arguing between two people who can't let someone else get the last word in.
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I. Fucking. Hate. Magic.
Lawrence fought back against the poison for now, the nausea being no big deal, but he felt his eyes begin to shift around with the beginnings of what felt like vertigo. Both effects were mild, but heavily distracting as hell all the same. Thankfully, he had no need of his power at just that moment. What he did need was the strength to slap some sense into an entire team of combat veterans.
"Get away so you can-"
Lawrence paused to take a deep breath, fighting back the nausea before continuing.
"- Buy us less than a minute as you're crushed to death? You dropped a goddamn nuke, Ethan. Take a second to relax and... enjoy this lovely mist."
"Wait, Lawrence? They sent you out?!"
"I wasn't my first choice either, but you have to work with what you're given."
Ethan eyed him doubtfully, taking a few breaths to quell the nausea. "Uh, last I checked, you dick around with people's feelings, right? Magically? Does it work on this thing?" he said, nodding towards the golem that was still curiously watching everything.
"Who knows? Worked on one of those things back there, although it was slightly more... Organic. I don't think provoking it with a test would be to our advantage right now. Unless you think a bullet is going to put it down."
He lifted the shotgun for emphasis, not that he could shoot straight right now given the mist.
"Was hoping you could have it running for the hills, pissing its pants off," Ethan sighed. "But that just means you really need to get away."
"Right, because nothing is so much more than you were able to do to it just now. If you want to be stubborn and stay anyway that's fine, but don't be a hypocrite by telling me to piss off right now Ethan. Now let's try to think of something that allows both of us get away and turns that thing back into soil."
"No, seriously, Lawrence, get the fuck away. It's a cat two or three and none of you guys have experience with that. Either you die for no reason, or we die for some reason."
"I don't think corpses care about reasons, dead is dead either way."
Myla spoke up, then, finally recovering enough from her dizziness to say something without vomiting.
"It hasn't made any moves, Lawrence--at least, nothing beyond making sure its presence was known. Waiting for the curious children to gather, wouldn't you say?"
Almost looking relieved at the change in conversation, Lawrence turned to her, giving the Golem another long look before answering:
"If so, then that works to our advantage. Someone might be able to kill it if we give them an opening, I know one of the newbies on my team was very strong, although his methods of powering up leave a lot to be desired. Did you see the sphere as it was reforming? A bit of an obvious weak point, so it might be a red herring, but it's a better target than trying to bash it's skull in."
Another pause.
"Did you notice anything else about it from the fight? Something we could use?"
Another headache was coming on from the poison's effects, and Myla rubbed her temple as she recapped the events in her head.
"The nuke did hurt it. It lost the left arm and part of its torso and there were cracks all over it. After it reformed..." she trailed off, eyes running over the golem's currently undamaged body. "It was damaged before it moved out of the pit. Regenerator or converter. Maybe a size limit? It doesn't seem any larger. Thickest concentration of rock looks like it's around the sphere--so targeting that would be a safe bet."
She groaned as her stomach protested its contents again.
"Not enough repetition to call it a p-pattern," Myla took a few moments to focus on the ground, bracing through another wave of nausea, "but it may need to reconfigure to fix itself."
Ethan's breaths were irregular as he listened. "Fucking love you, Myla. Always got us."
She shook her head in response, mostly ignoring him.
Lawrence looked at the Golem, no plan coming to mind yet as to how exactly he was going to take it down. If it had survived Ethan's earlier attack, or even worse- regenerated- then there was fuck-all they could hope to do against it at the moment. Thankfully, it seemed content to wait and watch, a creature after Lawrence's own heart. Unlike that Eyepion that was quickly becoming his arch nemesis- as another wave of nausea reminded him.
"I would suggest that you follow their instructions. I am unable to defeat that beast, nor do I have any adequate means of protection should it attack you."
Lawrence couldn't help but laugh in response, defeating the Golem was not what he intended right now.
"I said 'save Pink team' didn't I? Can your power lift those two out of here without hurting them? I don't expect you to fight that thing right now."
He nodded over to the unconscious- and maybe dead for all he knew- team mates. At the very least they could try to get the injured out of the way, barring any stubborn still-conscious injured that were refusing to move. Sometimes Ethan took his job as leader too seriously, a couple exchanges with Myla had accomplished far more.
At least, would hopefully accomplish far more.