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Shyriath's Little Trip (alternate) part 5
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The Guardian's flight is swift enough to whistle the air through its armor plates and Cira's head snaps back toward it at the moment Shyriath alters its course midair. The tree it collides with explodes in a shower of blue sparks. ::Well either that tree just tried to protect its self with an electric shock or I can forget about using an electric discharge to stun that Styrac::, Cira thinks. Then he gets an idea.
The Guardian has freed its self from the tree, shredding much of the nearby vegetation. Cira shoots around it blasting further into the jungle. (away from Shyriath) His wing tips extended, slice through foliage; they glimmer as when a blade is turned rapidly catching the light for just an instant. The open path gives a clear view between the two of them but obscures Cira from Shyriath's view. Several orange beams come from this jungle tunnel, touching the Guardian. They are electron robbing proton beams and cause highly accelerated oxidation to occur. Rust. The Guardian's armor bulges at several points. If it were light enough we would see that these spots had changed color to a rich red brown. It charges down the newly created path anxious for its quarry with one of its remarkable leaps which carries it with a speed greater than a charging rhino. Now, Cira is fast on his feet and can make freeway speeds with nothing but his legs moving him forward, but he's plowing through jungle and the Guardian's charge is /faster/. With a split second to impact Cira veers to the right and the Guardian lashes out slicing scales trying to pin his tail as it whips away. His electric field is still strong but Cira is after all a blue; and channels the power adding it to his already highly charged networks. ::95 cents:: thinks Cira, mentally paying the Guardian at the going rate for electricity. It is only a small discharge when compared to the energies flowing through him. He loves the power but it makes him manic and a little berserk which is why he usually avoids it. The Guardian has done little more than surface damage, about on par with what he's done to it, but it is enough to begin triggering the earth melt response. Small amounts of the flaming acid begin to appear around the edges of his scales. He realizes what is happening and fights to repress it as this would leave him drained and asleep for a week.
The Guardian has had to stop and double back to continue its pursuit. Cira hurries through the jungle now without disturbing the plants in an attempt to slow down his pursuer and make it a little more difficult for it to find the trail. At the same time he is mapping out the local terrain with the converter; searching for cliffs, ravines, or other land formations he can use. Finding nothing but smooth rolling jungle nearby he hatches a new plan. Darting up a tree his momentum carries him into the air where he spreads his wings and circles back. He spins up some plasma into a vortex enough angular velocity to maintain stability. From this he puffs out several "fire rings" which fly with great speed slamming into the jungle all around his opponent as a diversion. (Blowing fire rings is much like blowing smoke rings and they fly straighter and faster than fire balls.) He then breaths out a colorless stream of air composed of several different gasses, each designed to disrupt consciousness and put to sleep. Hopefully one of them will be effective against its biology. The fire rings explode into flames all around the Guardian but do little more damage than the previous attacks had. One good sniff of that stuff should put the Guardian to sleep. He lands another fire ring on the Guardian's back just to knock the wind out of it, to be sure it isn't holding its breath in the gassed region below.