Wash can't help but smirk a little. It's been nothing but running, shaking the cobwebs out of his brain and trying to hide people who only wanted to help, acting like he was still whammied, and it fucking sucked, but this? A huge fight, massively outgunned, against some bastard who thinks reality should bend to his will? This, he gets. This, he can handle.
He's found a length of pipe that feels solid enough - because Improvised Weapon is good for a lot of things - and he flips it over in one hand, the beginnings of a fireball spell gathering in the other. Now all he needs to do is draw aggro and give everyone else time to get their feet under them. He can be a damn good decoy, but how-
Oh. Right.
Wash is naturally loud, and running military training only helped with that, but when it comes to sheer vocal volume, nothing beats Thaumaturgy. He takes a deep breath, casts the spell, and-
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Awesome. Wow.
Wash can't help but smirk a little. It's been nothing but running, shaking the cobwebs out of his brain and trying to hide people who only wanted to help, acting like he was still whammied, and it fucking sucked, but this? A huge fight, massively outgunned, against some bastard who thinks reality should bend to his will? This, he gets. This, he can handle.
He's found a length of pipe that feels solid enough - because Improvised Weapon is good for a lot of things - and he flips it over in one hand, the beginnings of a fireball spell gathering in the other. Now all he needs to do is draw aggro and give everyone else time to get their feet under them. He can be a damn good decoy, but how-
Oh. Right.
Wash is naturally loud, and running military training only helped with that, but when it comes to sheer vocal volume, nothing beats Thaumaturgy. He takes a deep breath, casts the spell, and-
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, THEATER KID!"
Come at him, asshole, he's ready.