[Party's over as Carlisle glances the shamblers' way.]
Oh. The rest of them. Right.
[He's not going to say he forgot about them in his terror over being chased by the fastest undeads he's ever seen and subsequent celebration over slaying them, but yeah. He totally forgot about them.
It turns out his glyph can't be used as second time, the lines evaporating away from the floor as though they were written in steam rather than chalk. He steps back across the third one, waiting for Qubit to follow before kneeling beside the contact point. Unfortunately, this pack is significantly slower, and getting them all into the same glyph more troublesome as a result. Carlisle actually stands up and pushes the first one to reach him backward, the undead not even reacting to his touch, more agitated by its fellow undeads as it tumbles into them. Four more go down in that glyph, leaving the slowest ones still coming after them.
Or the slowest one, as one of the remaining pair got his arm caught on a shelf at the end, the corner tearing his sleeve as he struggles against it. He pulls again, and down comes the display on him, sending him and a number of bottles of vinegar smashing into the ground.
Carlisle activates the fourth and final glyph on the shambler that does manage to make it to them, a little wobbly as he straightens up.]
Would you like the honors, or should I dirty my other boot?
[If the looks he gives Qubit says anything, it's to not make him have to dirty his other boot.]
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Oh. The rest of them. Right.
[He's not going to say he forgot about them in his terror over being chased by the fastest undeads he's ever seen and subsequent celebration over slaying them, but yeah. He totally forgot about them.
It turns out his glyph can't be used as second time, the lines evaporating away from the floor as though they were written in steam rather than chalk. He steps back across the third one, waiting for Qubit to follow before kneeling beside the contact point. Unfortunately, this pack is significantly slower, and getting them all into the same glyph more troublesome as a result. Carlisle actually stands up and pushes the first one to reach him backward, the undead not even reacting to his touch, more agitated by its fellow undeads as it tumbles into them. Four more go down in that glyph, leaving the slowest ones still coming after them.
Or the slowest one, as one of the remaining pair got his arm caught on a shelf at the end, the corner tearing his sleeve as he struggles against it. He pulls again, and down comes the display on him, sending him and a number of bottles of vinegar smashing into the ground.
Carlisle activates the fourth and final glyph on the shambler that does manage to make it to them, a little wobbly as he straightens up.]
Would you like the honors, or should I dirty my other boot?
[If the looks he gives Qubit says anything, it's to not make him have to dirty his other boot.]