It's a little hard to maneuver her weapon what with all the flying and the wind, but Peridot is determined, dangit. While Sans takes care of the flying, she calls up her iron poker from the ground below.
It flies obediently into her hands-- it is so good to have metal powers again-- and she holds it in front of her, calling up a familiar heat to her palms, super heating the metal until it starts to glow and make the air around it shimmer.
She grins at her handiwork. yeah. That'll do.
"Eat this, you stupid, cruddy ULTRA MEGA CLOD!"
As soon as Sans gets her a clear shot, she makes the poker hover in front of her, concentrating with all her might... and then sends it shooting towards the count with as much force as she can muster.
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It flies obediently into her hands-- it is so good to have metal powers again-- and she holds it in front of her, calling up a familiar heat to her palms, super heating the metal until it starts to glow and make the air around it shimmer.
She grins at her handiwork. yeah. That'll do.
"Eat this, you stupid, cruddy ULTRA MEGA CLOD!"
As soon as Sans gets her a clear shot, she makes the poker hover in front of her, concentrating with all her might... and then sends it shooting towards the count with as much force as she can muster.