You take everything so literally!? Ya must be a real blast at parties. [ Peacock tries to make her remark sound as dismissive of an aside as possible, all while still shouting above the hailstorm. ] But lemme just show ya that there ain't nothin' in a name, Lancelot!
[ With this last taunt, the redhead charges ahead once again, leaping herself over the dragon's swiping tail with an aerial split and trying to send her chainsaw downward. Even with the searing hot blades' violent motions, the best the girl does is send vibrations in her arm like some cartoonish jackhammer stunt, bouncing along dizzily with it before falling and rolling off to the other side of the tail.
Scrambling back up to her feet, Peacock notes her comrade climbing atop the dragon with a frown. She can't just let him outdo her like this! But attacking this beastie seems to be doing her no good... How could she remedy this and save face!? Part of her considers wrassling onto the tail and joining him, but then she quickly shoots down that idea. He already did it first, and she is far more concerned with looking cool and original rather than making a meaningful mark in the fight.
As she tries to think over this, rolling closer to the dragon to avoid its tail, inspiration strikes.]
Ain't armored everywhere, now are ya, scumbag!? [ Taunting a dragon. Obviously the best way to announce her next move, right? With a meaningless pull on her chainsaw cord, Peacock roars up the device boisterously and for nothing more than effect, then raises the weapon above her head as she cuts cleanly into the dragon's exposed underside. It might not be as lethal as the head, but the semi-cauterized and gaping cut is the most significant blow she got to pull.
Obviously, she doesn't stick around underneath the thing, fearing that massive creature doubling down right on top of her, so she leaps away, leaving another cut on its already injured hind leg for good measure. ]
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[ With this last taunt, the redhead charges ahead once again, leaping herself over the dragon's swiping tail with an aerial split and trying to send her chainsaw downward. Even with the searing hot blades' violent motions, the best the girl does is send vibrations in her arm like some cartoonish jackhammer stunt, bouncing along dizzily with it before falling and rolling off to the other side of the tail.
Scrambling back up to her feet, Peacock notes her comrade climbing atop the dragon with a frown. She can't just let him outdo her like this! But attacking this beastie seems to be doing her no good... How could she remedy this and save face!? Part of her considers wrassling onto the tail and joining him, but then she quickly shoots down that idea. He already did it first, and she is far more concerned with looking cool and original rather than making a meaningful mark in the fight.
As she tries to think over this, rolling closer to the dragon to avoid its tail, inspiration strikes.]
Ain't armored everywhere, now are ya, scumbag!? [ Taunting a dragon. Obviously the best way to announce her next move, right? With a meaningless pull on her chainsaw cord, Peacock roars up the device boisterously and for nothing more than effect, then raises the weapon above her head as she cuts cleanly into the dragon's exposed underside. It might not be as lethal as the head, but the semi-cauterized and gaping cut is the most significant blow she got to pull.
Obviously, she doesn't stick around underneath the thing, fearing that massive creature doubling down right on top of her, so she leaps away, leaving another cut on its already injured hind leg for good measure. ]