[With every punch Shiva freezes the stone wall, making it brittle. With every subsequent punch Namur uses brute force and willpower to shatter the weakened stones. It isn't long at all before he's in, and can actually hear Fionna's literal voice, though faintly.]
WELL STOP TRYIN' AN' JUS' DO IT ALREADY, DUMBASS!
[People have begun swarming the halls and the grounds outside, monks and emergency response teams alike. The police learned their lesson about Namur earlier, and it will only be a few minutes before a new team arrives equipped with tranquilizers, so they'll have to hurry.
Namur pushes through, sending anyone who tries to stop him flying in a pretty arc, but it's hard not to get bogged down. The Miscunians have the advantage of numbers, and it seems they aren't afraid to use them. They begin to push Namur back, but he gives ground grudgingly. The fight hits a point where the balance is tipped, however, and the monks surge forward. Namur grunts in irritation, then leaps at an angle, hits the wall with his feet and launches himself into a flip towards the other wall. He springs his momentum forward off of that one and hits the ground with his hands- now behind the surging tide of priests- and rolls to his feet, leaving shards of ice on the walls and floor where he'd impacted. He's got a few more minutes before Shiva's cold will start slowing him down, but he can feel the sluggishness working itself into his muscles already, so as he runs he fiddles with a little device on his wrist, switching his elemental junction from Shiva to Ifrit. The next group that finds him won't face the overwhelming, blunt force of a glacier. They will burn.]
(Grell's mun is on hiatus so this is us!)
WELL STOP TRYIN' AN' JUS' DO IT ALREADY, DUMBASS!
[People have begun swarming the halls and the grounds outside, monks and emergency response teams alike. The police learned their lesson about Namur earlier, and it will only be a few minutes before a new team arrives equipped with tranquilizers, so they'll have to hurry.
Namur pushes through, sending anyone who tries to stop him flying in a pretty arc, but it's hard not to get bogged down. The Miscunians have the advantage of numbers, and it seems they aren't afraid to use them. They begin to push Namur back, but he gives ground grudgingly. The fight hits a point where the balance is tipped, however, and the monks surge forward. Namur grunts in irritation, then leaps at an angle, hits the wall with his feet and launches himself into a flip towards the other wall. He springs his momentum forward off of that one and hits the ground with his hands- now behind the surging tide of priests- and rolls to his feet, leaving shards of ice on the walls and floor where he'd impacted. He's got a few more minutes before Shiva's cold will start slowing him down, but he can feel the sluggishness working itself into his muscles already, so as he runs he fiddles with a little device on his wrist, switching his elemental junction from Shiva to Ifrit. The next group that finds him won't face the overwhelming, blunt force of a glacier. They will burn.]