Phirst Phighting in Phoenix? [Mor]

Things wern't going as planned, while most of his attacks had hit it seemed he had another problem on his hands.

"Whah?!", he gasped as he heard the screams of the woman as she was engulfed and in reaction he threw his concrete staff at the orb. "No Cut It Out!", was all he could think to say, but it was obvious it was probably too late. It seemed he, the hero, was reduced to trying to get out with is own life and would have to forget about the woman he was going to save.

He was stupid, he should have studied and practiced more, a gun would be helpful but he had only looked at one or two schematics before getting bored of them. He thought it was too easy to use one and he should come up with his own method and stuff, but now he was seeing that easy would have been just fine.

He didn't know what to make that could save himself, he was supposed to be super creative but he had no proactive in this type of situation, his nervousness showed even in his early work with the misshapen fists. He saw the creature launch at him coming at him fast, he fell to the ground trying to think what to do anything he can do and he just screamed.

blue sparks erupted and the ground and wall behind him turned into spikes around him that the other creature would hopefully land on before getting to him.

The creature slams into the spikes with astonishing force, each spike pierces entirely through the chitterling's body. The apelike creature's blood spatters across the alley as the concrete staff strikes the wisp, which bursts and ignites the immediate area because of the volatile gasses that had composed its fragile body.

The shaper stands alone, the alley empty and quiet, nothing but himself and the lifeless smoldering corpse of the woman he failed to save...

All he could hear was his own breathing and heartbeat, the boy panting heating the blood from the slain beast drip to the ground around him and on his costume too, flames consuming a few trash barrels at the end of the alleyway but it wouldn't spread, they were all that was flammable in the area.

He stood using his uninjured arm to balance himself as he touched the spikes letting each of them crumble with a touch making a path for him to stumble out. This was not what he wanted to happen, he didn't even look to the woman, there was no question of her death. He held his shoulder and began to blankly walk out of the alleyway, hoping to just get away alive and unseen.

He needed training he needed someone or something to show him more, sure he had the ultimate understanding of how but he needed more what. What to do, What to make, what time to use it. He needed more physical and reactionary training, he needed to research more schematics.

He needed a teacher.

The Ghii hunts slowly, reaching the scene long after even the police have abandoned it... its keen sense of smell latches onto the scent of sparks...

melting into the sewer and slowly following, eventually forcing itself up through a drain pipe, exhuding itself into a sink...

slithering across the carpet to the edge of your bed...

He finally arrived home after a long while of walking, and by home I mean the hotel room. He was rubbing his shoulder and trying to think of ways to stop his bruising the whole way home, but he hadn't studied enough human anatomy to attempt to heal himself. He should study more, he really should. IT was stupid of him to go off looking for trouble.

He flopped down on the second bed of the hotel room sighing and just laying there, no longer in costume. "Huh he's still not home", he sighed and sat up tugging on his arm a bit, it was starting to feel a bit better but not much.

He turned on the TV and sat continuing to contemplate his failure and didn't notice the thing slithering toward him.

The green gelatinous blob expels a sheet of rubbery goop, attempting to seal you inside of an airtight cocoon.

the furniture in the intervening area is the only indication that an attack is coming. lifting off of the floor and flying towards you.

Joey wasn't really watching TV, it was mainly on for the sound as he sighed in the bed, still thinking about the same thing over and over, not noticing the goo slowly approaching him until it shot up from the corner of his bed.

He didn't have much time to think or react, all he could really do in reaction was grab the metal bedpost thing in reaction as the goo started surrounding him. "What the?! GET OFF!", he shouted kicking at the slime and still holding onto the head of the bed as it began to surround him. He didn't know what to do, was this slime a friend of those things from earlier?! How was he supposed to get rid of it?!

He needed another second to think this was happening too fast what could he do what could he do!?

Bringing the slimy tendril down at Joey with force that can break bones. the kicks drive back the ooze enough that the tendril shatters only the couch, missing Joey by scant inches...

the Ghii has no mind to speak of, feeling no fear and not understanding the words that are shouted...

Joey didn't know what was going on but it couldn't be good, a tendril coming down but thanks to his sudden kicks missing him as he'd roll off the bed to the side, the boy quickly grabbing the metal rails of the bed's headboard and transmuting himself a blade as he turned around to look back at the odd slime creature... would a sword even hurt it?

Well only one way to find out, he thought to himself before sweeping forward with the blade trying to slice at the slime "GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE MY DAD GETS HOME!"