"Acid Bubbles!" Botamon cries as he spits out bubbles from his mouth. He bounces close to Puwamon, ready to back up his friend - even as his eyes wobble like he's about to start crying.
"At least they're not as helpless as you might initially think..." The Goblimon grow closer, not phased very much by the attacks, and Nara'a unsheathes a rapier and a gem that he gently floats in one hand, ready for a fight.
"I don't know if you have a weapon on you - I can hold them back if you don't." A weapon, some kind of magicks, anything that could be useful. Who knows? It's not like having one arm ever slowed down anyone he knows.
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Date: 2022-04-09 12:20 am (UTC)"At least they're not as helpless as you might initially think..." The Goblimon grow closer, not phased very much by the attacks, and Nara'a unsheathes a rapier and a gem that he gently floats in one hand, ready for a fight.
"I don't know if you have a weapon on you - I can hold them back if you don't." A weapon, some kind of magicks, anything that could be useful. Who knows? It's not like having one arm ever slowed down anyone he knows.