"It appears to be rolling downhill, Mein Fräulein," Oz observed, gliding leisurely to keep pace. "Gravity is a cruel mistress."
She unleashed a charged arrow, intending to stun the creature, but the projectile sailed wide as the Slime careened off a rock and bounced into the air, sailing over a gap in the path. fischl x slime – race to the finish
"Set... twilight!"
Fischl snapped her eye shut, striking a dramatic pose with her hand over her chest, her vision glowing with the deep violet hue of Electro energy. "Walk? Nay, Oz! To walk is to admit defeat to the stagnation of time! Does the thunder not strike with instantaneous fury? Does the night not fall with swift finality? So too must the Prinzessin conquer the distance that dare separate her from her royal duties!" "It appears to be rolling downhill, Mein Fräulein,"
Oz sighed, turning his beak toward the starting line Fischl had drawn in the dirt with the heel of her boot. "And the... contestant?" twilight