( He does not like this. Sticky things, things that trap and bind him. He has nightmares about drowning, it's part of why his quicksand is only ever waist deep. The trap spreads fast, and he's trying to burn his way out, flames roaring over his skin, billowing out but doing nothing to the trap.
Atlas shoots her a look, snorting out smoke to mark his displeasure. )
[She grins at him, offering a shrug before slipping her grapple gun from her belt and firing at a nearby rock, using the line to carefully pull herself out.
As she finally jumps onto a rock, leaping from there up into a tree (he can't change trees)]
You think I didn't have my own tricks up my sleeve.?
( A moment, a breath, and if fire won't work: ice. )
You think I didn't?
( The goop cracks, and he snickers at her grappling gun. Metal, rope. He might have to show her how badly that could go.
He can set the tree on fire. Fire swings from his fist, as if he were swinging a rope around his head, swinging the leaves around her. He doesn't want to be too severe, although fire is crackling along the branches. )
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Atlas shoots her a look, snorting out smoke to mark his displeasure. )
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As she finally jumps onto a rock, leaping from there up into a tree (he can't change trees)]
You think I didn't have my own tricks up my sleeve.?
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You think I didn't?
( The goop cracks, and he snickers at her grappling gun. Metal, rope. He might have to show her how badly that could go.
He can set the tree on fire. Fire swings from his fist, as if he were swinging a rope around his head, swinging the leaves around her. He doesn't want to be too severe, although fire is crackling along the branches. )