Why This

[failgoyle]

[Once more, there is only mental screaming over the network, accompanied by a bit of Sensory Livestreaming of a fireball right in Jules's face. It's at least a bit more immediate of a threat than Jules's usual reasons for screaming.

And yet if one listens closely, one might be able to make out words in all the mental shrieking.]

Idon'tknowwhathappenedandMatthew'sreallypissedoffatmeandI'mgonnadieandIneedhelpandwhydoesthisalwayshappentomewhatishappeninghelphelphelp...!

Comments

[willyousee]

Drop to the ground and kick him as hard as you can. Knees, stomach, groin - anywhere!

[failgoyle]

I can't drop, he's got a really good grip!

[At least he goes stone, there is that.]

[willyousee]

[Jules, you can pick your feet up you know. Odds are he can't lift you off the ground and you'll throw him off balance.]

Fight dirty, Jules! Bite him! Draw blood! Where the hell are you?

[failgoyle]

But I don't want to bite him, I don't know where he's been, and we're in the scary computer room!

[willyousee]

Jules he is trying to kill you! I don't care if you don't want to bite him - do it!

[On his way, dammit.]

[failgoyle]

[He doesn't get much of a chance to bite him, the fire intensifies and the feed cuts off.]