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Owle had been hovering in a standing position, bending forward at the waist to lean down and prod the Blob.

Seeing it worked, Owle thrust further, pushing the spear candle holder with a dagger tied to it pushing it in about a foot while it had some strange discoloration.

And then...

Oh, ******** hastily leaned back upright, trying to pull the spear back with her. If it came free she would be fine; otherwise, one of those spikes was going to hit somewhere on her upper body, hopefully not through her heart.

The other two would hit against Owle's armored feet, and probably could not force their way through the hard scales.

The 'spear' came free after two tugs. Seems part of the candleholder got stuck. After all, it's not exactly a straight shaft. But nothing that a sharp tug, after it got stuck couldnt' free. He wasn't like Ryan either, all squishy and sticky.

The two spikes slammed into Owle's armored little feet with a solid TWACK. No real damage, but it was jarring, there was a lot of power behind the strike. Owle should be able to get the point real easily of what it might have done had it hit a nonscaled part.


The spikes receeded back into the discolored slot, and the blob started to chug along, heading towards the doorway, the one leading outside the Cathedral.

The Blob moved to block off the doorway, surging up to become a very solid, very tough plug, keeping the Owle inside, and the chances of outside interlopers out.

Of course, Owle came to the Blob. That made things easier. The Spear sunk in easily enough. Right up to the end of it. Its dimensions were different though. Presuming she still wanted to hit the 'center' of it, she'd probably be coming in more from a horizontal direction.

If she wanted to continue through though, she could plunge it right in...

Those discolored spots struck faster this time, almost instantly with the wounding, with only a second delay. No spikes this time, multijointed 'arms' appeared from the spot. 6 joints in all, reaching out behind where the Owle was, trying to surround her and pull her in.

Course, as a Sparrow, it made it a lot harder for the arms to get hold of her. They were fat, they were large, they could twist in interesting ways, but it was still a small target.

And still the Blob would be bleeding. Right from the spear wound. But as far in as it was shoved, the spear was probably a lost cause for retrival.

((Which with the new dimension, you couldnt' More like a 10x10x10...))

Swing and miss, three times. The arms flailed after her again, their odd number of joints making it seemingly easier to follow her erratic manuevers.

And then, another little, surprise. A fourth spot appeared amid the flailing arms, just as Owle was evading one. The spot shot out into a spike, aimed right at the little bird.

Without the arial acrobatics, the spike withdrew, and the four arms came in on Owle, From above and to the right and left, and one from directly below.

Suffice to say when Owle shifted the grip on her would be all incorrect to hold her, and give her a window of opportunity to get free...

Now, if she didnt' take advantage of that... well, then it'd start reeling her in towards The Blob.

This was the shout heard far and wide, even as the sky rained glass. The entire stained glass window, that decorated the front of the Cathedral had exploded inwards. From out upon high, he was descending, coming with both the power of gravity and momentum, that wicked flamberge aimed and held downwards.

It would cleave right through the blob, or at least force its way somewhat in, before the flames it was putting out around it's blade would help do the majority of the damage to the goddamned John Carpenter reject.

Needless to say, if, with this time paradox, his marble already vanished and he was weakened--- then gravity and aforementioned momentum would more than make up for it.

((Poor IC excuse for author being at work GET.))

Slogging along for quite a while now thanks to his marble up and disappearing, combined with his desperate attack from earlier, it was a wonder that Rage was even still able to move. Still, for a while now, he had been shuffling zombie-like with his teammates, looking both physically and emotionally drained.

Even with Vahn yelling, he barely managed to lift his head and eke out a "wha?"