It's the kind of power abuse he can still get behind, really. But Reira's comment about not being connected to the network throws him a little, even as he's fishing in his bag for the last sleeping bomb. The top glows a darker green, the pattern down the sides a little different, its lines wavy instead of sharp. He watches the fight unfolding near the mouth of the cave for a moment, thinking, then tosses the bomb toward his decided target. All the skee-ball in Insert Coin and Elias' own arcade has kept Norman's aim true: it lands square at the feet of the demon and looses a massive blue cloud.
"C'mon, kiddo," he says, grabbing Reira by the hand. "That cloud is gonna spread. We should move it."
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14/11/22 19:53 (UTC)"C'mon, kiddo," he says, grabbing Reira by the hand. "That cloud is gonna spread. We should move it."