Except they absolutely did, and the race gets even hotter. Yes, Roland's going to make it hotter than hell! The spell hits him of course, there's no delaying that - pun intended. Even the hookshot is pried loose from Jumblie's work, and Gibbs, poor little one, had to absorb a spell to make it hit Roland dead on. Unforgivable! So while he's now far, far behind, he's got one more trick up his sleeve, and if he's playing dirtier than he has ever done before, well.
He needs to do everything he can to achieve victory! Especially when bragging rights are concerned! Bambosh is spurred on easily by events like this, the nature of higgledies merely a reflection of both their disposition and that of their partners. Inspired by the competition, Roland smirks dangerously, mutters words only he can hear. "Go get 'em."
Bambosh teleports away, and four of each of his little ones appear in bursts of light, landing on both Tidus and Inigo. But they don't do anything elemental. There are no spells. There are no tricks. Only that Roland commands them with all his heart to tickle them from the inside, do everything they can to wiggle and squirm, armpits, ribs, the back of their necks. Distract the teens enough so Roland can shake off the spell and get his lead back!
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Except they absolutely did, and the race gets even hotter. Yes, Roland's going to make it hotter than hell! The spell hits him of course, there's no delaying that - pun intended. Even the hookshot is pried loose from Jumblie's work, and Gibbs, poor little one, had to absorb a spell to make it hit Roland dead on. Unforgivable! So while he's now far, far behind, he's got one more trick up his sleeve, and if he's playing dirtier than he has ever done before, well.
He needs to do everything he can to achieve victory! Especially when bragging rights are concerned! Bambosh is spurred on easily by events like this, the nature of higgledies merely a reflection of both their disposition and that of their partners. Inspired by the competition, Roland smirks dangerously, mutters words only he can hear. "Go get 'em."
Bambosh teleports away, and four of each of his little ones appear in bursts of light, landing on both Tidus and Inigo. But they don't do anything elemental. There are no spells. There are no tricks. Only that Roland commands them with all his heart to tickle them from the inside, do everything they can to wiggle and squirm, armpits, ribs, the back of their necks. Distract the teens enough so Roland can shake off the spell and get his lead back!