Yeah, it's an odd feeling to be taller than a man for once in her life, but Trish is just glad that they can keep pace with each other, because she's definitely no athlete otherwise.
She stops with him, eyeing the creature as it recovers from the daze Spice Girl had put it in, having bashed it into the softened floor like a crab on a drum. Her gaze travels to Varric then, tracing the edges of the new arrows he's sporting, and damn, those look brutal. Which is exactly what they need, and she's more than happy to give him the opportunity to use them.
"I won't need luck if your aim is true." She replies, a little more confidently than she feels.
After all, she's counting on that. He doesn't look like a classic bersagliere, but he has a crossbow, which has to be a tough thing to use and he wields it with definite skill. She'll trust that.
Anyways, time to make good on her word. Spice Girl floats alongside her as she doubles back towards the mole creature full tilt. Now that it's standing, this might make things easier, actually.
"Hey, look at me, you ugly bastard!"
She shouts, and the creature growls, crouching low before pelting towards her in return. Trish bends then, running her fingertips on the floor before sinking her fingers into it, lifting up a swath of previously hard flooring like putty.
"Spice Girl!"
Her Stand trades the swath of ground with Trish, forging ahead to dive and wrap it around the creature's upper body like a very odd rope. Unfortunately, her range is small, so Trish is forced to stand terribly close to those enormous, scrabbling claws as Spice Girl twirls behind the creature and pulls hard, stopping it in its tracks and lifting its upper body off the ground. Of course, it fights pretty hard at this, limbs flailing and teeth gnashing as it strains against the improvised rope.
Trish turns on a heel, moving out of the way and hoping that's enough. Varric better be quick!
"Do it...!"
Of course, her back up here is that Spice Girl releases the "rope" and uses the resulting tension to fling the mole forward like some awful bungee cord. Varric is right in the path of that, which, not ideal. You got this, mystery man...!
no subject
She stops with him, eyeing the creature as it recovers from the daze Spice Girl had put it in, having bashed it into the softened floor like a crab on a drum. Her gaze travels to Varric then, tracing the edges of the new arrows he's sporting, and damn, those look brutal. Which is exactly what they need, and she's more than happy to give him the opportunity to use them.
"I won't need luck if your aim is true." She replies, a little more confidently than she feels.
After all, she's counting on that. He doesn't look like a classic bersagliere, but he has a crossbow, which has to be a tough thing to use and he wields it with definite skill. She'll trust that.
Anyways, time to make good on her word. Spice Girl floats alongside her as she doubles back towards the mole creature full tilt. Now that it's standing, this might make things easier, actually.
"Hey, look at me, you ugly bastard!"
She shouts, and the creature growls, crouching low before pelting towards her in return. Trish bends then, running her fingertips on the floor before sinking her fingers into it, lifting up a swath of previously hard flooring like putty.
"Spice Girl!"
Her Stand trades the swath of ground with Trish, forging ahead to dive and wrap it around the creature's upper body like a very odd rope. Unfortunately, her range is small, so Trish is forced to stand terribly close to those enormous, scrabbling claws as Spice Girl twirls behind the creature and pulls hard, stopping it in its tracks and lifting its upper body off the ground. Of course, it fights pretty hard at this, limbs flailing and teeth gnashing as it strains against the improvised rope.
Trish turns on a heel, moving out of the way and hoping that's enough. Varric better be quick!
"Do it...!"
Of course, her back up here is that Spice Girl releases the "rope" and uses the resulting tension to fling the mole forward like some awful bungee cord. Varric is right in the path of that, which, not ideal. You got this, mystery man...!