Avery may be fast right now, but she's still flailing to hold herself up here, avoid the golem's attempts to grab her, and stay clear of the worst of the fire and ice it's stumbling around in all at the same time. Once most of the chains she's been trying to tie it up with (and the ceiling they were attached to apparently) have been torn down as well, she's thinking maybe it's time for Plan B. Which is, um... She hasn't thought that far ahead yet actually, and before she can, all of the beast's flailing somehow causes her to lose her grip on the chain and get spun around until she's dangling off the front of its shoulder instead of the back. Her eyes go wide as she realizes she's pretty much staring it right in the face, and she breathes out a quiet, "Oh, shit," before letting go and dropping roughly to the ground as it grasps the empty space she had occupied a second earlier.
Then Bruce's fireball explodes above her and Avery scrambles under the golem's legs while it's distracted. She takes a hit from the section of its body that could debatably be called a "foot" in the process, but her speed lets her at least turn a potentially deadly crushing into a glancing blow. It's still nearly enough to knock her flat on the ground, but somehow even bruised and battered and lightly scorched she manages to get around behind it again and grab for some sort of shiny object on the ground that she is hoping is a discarded sword or something??
Except, well... She's not sure exactly what it is, aside from an oddly-shaped pair of scissors that is presumably used for surgery, but it's sturdy enough to give her an idea. Quickly clambering up to grab the chain still dangling from the golem's back, Avery slips the scissors through one of the links, then rears back and slams them as deep as she can into its flesh... essentially tying its head to its own ass, yes. And--
Wait. How many dozens more of these knives, needles, and other various surgical tools are lying on the benches and floor down here again? Maybe she could disable this thing's movement completely and bring it down to size a bit if she used what was left of her Haste to stab its legs with those! Like. With every single one of them. In rapid succession. Pincushion style.
...well, she'll never know if she doesn't try, right?
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Avery may be fast right now, but she's still flailing to hold herself up here, avoid the golem's attempts to grab her, and stay clear of the worst of the fire and ice it's stumbling around in all at the same time. Once most of the chains she's been trying to tie it up with (and the ceiling they were attached to apparently) have been torn down as well, she's thinking maybe it's time for Plan B. Which is, um... She hasn't thought that far ahead yet actually, and before she can, all of the beast's flailing somehow causes her to lose her grip on the chain and get spun around until she's dangling off the front of its shoulder instead of the back. Her eyes go wide as she realizes she's pretty much staring it right in the face, and she breathes out a quiet, "Oh, shit," before letting go and dropping roughly to the ground as it grasps the empty space she had occupied a second earlier.
Then Bruce's fireball explodes above her and Avery scrambles under the golem's legs while it's distracted. She takes a hit from the section of its body that could debatably be called a "foot" in the process, but her speed lets her at least turn a potentially deadly crushing into a glancing blow. It's still nearly enough to knock her flat on the ground, but somehow even bruised and battered and lightly scorched she manages to get around behind it again and grab for some sort of shiny object on the ground that she is hoping is a discarded sword or something??
Except, well... She's not sure exactly what it is, aside from an oddly-shaped pair of scissors that is presumably used for surgery, but it's sturdy enough to give her an idea. Quickly clambering up to grab the chain still dangling from the golem's back, Avery slips the scissors through one of the links, then rears back and slams them as deep as she can into its flesh... essentially tying its head to its own ass, yes. And--
Wait. How many dozens more of these knives, needles, and other various surgical tools are lying on the benches and floor down here again? Maybe she could disable this thing's movement completely and bring it down to size a bit if she used what was left of her Haste to stab its legs with those! Like. With every single one of them. In rapid succession. Pincushion style.
...well, she'll never know if she doesn't try, right?