Right as Kitten disappears around the way- well, more disappearing than she's already done by going invisible anyway- is right at the moment when there's a thunderous crack and the ice shatters off of the Gasfella when it swings its arms forward.
It nearly collapses forward and gives a shake of its head before its gaze lands on the firing squad that's settled in front of it. Seeing how many have gotten past it seems to alarm it and it immediately makes a move. However, it's not towards any of the attacking group, or those tending to Alucard, or Colin... If the phrase "scramble" can be attributed to a thing without legs, than that is exactly what the Gasfella does. Something about the group having intruded this far into its territory has alarmed it, apparently, and now it's on the defensive as it tries to rush deeper into the rocky area. For all the dark blood that's being left behind in its wake, it still seems like it could keep going on in a fight with all the energy it's still displaying...
How far it gets- if even past Colin- is all dependent on how much firepower the group decides to throw its way.
Kitten's journey will be a bit less adrenaline filled. The illuminated path lends an almost surreal quality to the dim and plain area that were once tunnels. The more she follows it, the more rocks that crop up until she'll eventually lose sight of the rest of the group. Further in also has the ground becoming less flat, more rocky and difficult for most people... unless they're a very agile little dragon or a creature that can float like a Gasfella can. The walls still show signs of being mined, or those peculiar little holes with the rock layer that doesn't match everything else. Even through the rockiest areas, the lit up path remains consistent with only flecks here and there scattered away from the mass of it.
Perseverance will eventually lead her to a larger and more open area. The ground is a bit more flat here, but of more interest will be the large outcropping of rocks in the middle. Pressed together as they are, they make a decent enough and large 'bowl' of sorts. Maybe 'nest' would be more appropriate, because it seems like the sort of thing a bored bird might make: filled to the brim with shards but also scattered with bright orange cloth poking out here and there and pickaxes propped up against it. There's more Pecker feathers scattered around too. Lots of them. Looks like there might have been a scuffle over such a large supply of shards at some point.
As Kitten moves against the ground, she might hear a high pitched twangy sort of noise from somewhere in the room. Is that an echo?
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It nearly collapses forward and gives a shake of its head before its gaze lands on the firing squad that's settled in front of it. Seeing how many have gotten past it seems to alarm it and it immediately makes a move. However, it's not towards any of the attacking group, or those tending to Alucard, or Colin... If the phrase "scramble" can be attributed to a thing without legs, than that is exactly what the Gasfella does. Something about the group having intruded this far into its territory has alarmed it, apparently, and now it's on the defensive as it tries to rush deeper into the rocky area. For all the dark blood that's being left behind in its wake, it still seems like it could keep going on in a fight with all the energy it's still displaying...
How far it gets- if even past Colin- is all dependent on how much firepower the group decides to throw its way.
Kitten's journey will be a bit less adrenaline filled. The illuminated path lends an almost surreal quality to the dim and plain area that were once tunnels. The more she follows it, the more rocks that crop up until she'll eventually lose sight of the rest of the group. Further in also has the ground becoming less flat, more rocky and difficult for most people... unless they're a very agile little dragon or a creature that can float like a Gasfella can. The walls still show signs of being mined, or those peculiar little holes with the rock layer that doesn't match everything else. Even through the rockiest areas, the lit up path remains consistent with only flecks here and there scattered away from the mass of it.
Perseverance will eventually lead her to a larger and more open area. The ground is a bit more flat here, but of more interest will be the large outcropping of rocks in the middle. Pressed together as they are, they make a decent enough and large 'bowl' of sorts. Maybe 'nest' would be more appropriate, because it seems like the sort of thing a bored bird might make: filled to the brim with shards but also scattered with bright orange cloth poking out here and there and pickaxes propped up against it. There's more Pecker feathers scattered around too. Lots of them. Looks like there might have been a scuffle over such a large supply of shards at some point.
As Kitten moves against the ground, she might hear a high pitched twangy sort of noise from somewhere in the room. Is that an echo?