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Arc had seen Magnus liquify into a silvery puddle. This was different. When he grasped Magnus' arm, he could feel that just beneath the pliable-yet-still surface, that gray ooze within was squirming.
"Dimension Move!" Arc cried out. He wanted to pull Magnus away, to take the punchy boy back on solid ground. It seemed to go well at first, with the pair lingering in the air for a brief moment, just above deck. When gravity could once again take hold, they fell and Magnus' body became dead weight. The pair slammed into the floor, Arc landing atop the statuesque man.
## Unautherized application of magic.
## FIGS signal lost.
## Activating Magnus Might AI.
The messages were unseen to Arc, but the change that followed might be a stark surprise. The teleporting man nearly rolled off as Magnus sat upright. "Your assistance is appreciated, civilian. Please, move to safety." The voice was not exactly Magnus', it held no shred of emotion or kindness. It was like talking to a robot. Well, more of a robot than Magnus already was.
With a dexterous roll, the would-be hero AI was to its feet and already in motion towards one of the tentacles wrapping around the hull of the ship. Arc was lost for a moment, making his way to his feet and swiftly following after, his blade drawn. A smaller squid nearly lept over the edge of the ship in his path. Like most of the other small-fries, he dispatched this one quickly. After Magnus' freeze-up in the water, and the odd switch of voice, Arc was a bit concerned.
Before the small squid fell in twain, Magnus had already unleashed a flurry of blows, knuckles nearly piercing like a dagger in a line. An axe kick followed, digging into the small trench within the flesh to batter and lacerate cords of muscle within. This was definitely an upgrade in skill. Maybe he leveled up too? At least, that was Arc's first thought. "Watch out! Wyvern SLASH!" It was timed near perfect. With the deep gash through the more rubbery flesh, Arc's follow up left the tentacle attached by threads of flesh.
The slow withdrawal of the tentacle was enough to pull it apart, leaving a massive hunk on deck. Beneath the waves came a deep rumbling. The last two massive appendages pulled back. The beast was primal and primitive of mind, no doubt, and its size gave it animalistic courage... but there was that shred of self preservation. The beast was getting ready to retreat, leaving behind its spaghettified squidling horde.
"Dimension Move!" Arc cried out. He wanted to pull Magnus away, to take the punchy boy back on solid ground. It seemed to go well at first, with the pair lingering in the air for a brief moment, just above deck. When gravity could once again take hold, they fell and Magnus' body became dead weight. The pair slammed into the floor, Arc landing atop the statuesque man.
## Unautherized application of magic.
## FIGS signal lost.
## Activating Magnus Might AI.
The messages were unseen to Arc, but the change that followed might be a stark surprise. The teleporting man nearly rolled off as Magnus sat upright. "Your assistance is appreciated, civilian. Please, move to safety." The voice was not exactly Magnus', it held no shred of emotion or kindness. It was like talking to a robot. Well, more of a robot than Magnus already was.
With a dexterous roll, the would-be hero AI was to its feet and already in motion towards one of the tentacles wrapping around the hull of the ship. Arc was lost for a moment, making his way to his feet and swiftly following after, his blade drawn. A smaller squid nearly lept over the edge of the ship in his path. Like most of the other small-fries, he dispatched this one quickly. After Magnus' freeze-up in the water, and the odd switch of voice, Arc was a bit concerned.
Before the small squid fell in twain, Magnus had already unleashed a flurry of blows, knuckles nearly piercing like a dagger in a line. An axe kick followed, digging into the small trench within the flesh to batter and lacerate cords of muscle within. This was definitely an upgrade in skill. Maybe he leveled up too? At least, that was Arc's first thought. "Watch out! Wyvern SLASH!" It was timed near perfect. With the deep gash through the more rubbery flesh, Arc's follow up left the tentacle attached by threads of flesh.
The slow withdrawal of the tentacle was enough to pull it apart, leaving a massive hunk on deck. Beneath the waves came a deep rumbling. The last two massive appendages pulled back. The beast was primal and primitive of mind, no doubt, and its size gave it animalistic courage... but there was that shred of self preservation. The beast was getting ready to retreat, leaving behind its spaghettified squidling horde.