[A flaming vending machine slams into 707 and knocks him off his feet - the lightning bolt chases it, so he spasms in midair. They're two very good hits, but somehow he still manages to land into a roll and jump back up.]
Ugh, where did you learn such a cursed technique!? Warm soda is seriously bad!
[His phone didn't even leave his hand. Saturn appears in the sky next. This appears to surround him in a dark barrier that completely repels the other vending machines, exploding quills, and even any more lightning Helena might try to throw.
With this new imperviousness to attack, he just puts his hands rather comically in his pocket and leans back, looking up into Saturn's rings.]
The wrong wolf? You mean a lone wolf or an outcast wolf? It's possible. There are lots of kinds of wolves. Weird wolves tossing their imagination into alien planes. If they're already so close, maybe a papa wolf or a brother wolf would understand right away! But do I want one that's already decided their fate.... nope! Fate is the ceiling that blocks out the view of space. Wolves are better when they howl at the moon... a-and anyway, there are still fates even I can't decide. God Seven's one and only bias! I'll remember him any time you're sending your regards and biting me.
[Luckily even this shield has a limit, so once it finally pops he has to cut off his completely nonsensical monologue and sashay back out of the line of fire. He's fiddling with his phone again but who knows what planet will be next.]
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Ugh, where did you learn such a cursed technique!? Warm soda is seriously bad!
[His phone didn't even leave his hand. Saturn appears in the sky next. This appears to surround him in a dark barrier that completely repels the other vending machines, exploding quills, and even any more lightning Helena might try to throw.
With this new imperviousness to attack, he just puts his hands rather comically in his pocket and leans back, looking up into Saturn's rings.]
The wrong wolf? You mean a lone wolf or an outcast wolf? It's possible. There are lots of kinds of wolves. Weird wolves tossing their imagination into alien planes. If they're already so close, maybe a papa wolf or a brother wolf would understand right away! But do I want one that's already decided their fate.... nope! Fate is the ceiling that blocks out the view of space. Wolves are better when they howl at the moon... a-and anyway, there are still fates even I can't decide. God Seven's one and only bias! I'll remember him any time you're sending your regards and biting me.
[Luckily even this shield has a limit, so once it finally pops he has to cut off his completely nonsensical monologue and sashay back out of the line of fire. He's fiddling with his phone again but who knows what planet will be next.]