Carl recovered, quickly, tossing a
couple of fireballs into the air.
Seems
half-hearted. I know he can do better than that.
I used jets of air to dodge the
fireballs, and gathered up the geyser’s steam cloud into a board shape behind
my back. I’d be much more maneuverable on a board than cloud stepping.
Unfortunately, I found out what
Carl was really planning. Instead of another fireball, He launched hundreds of
fiery needles in a mushroom cloud towards me. Reflexively, I direct a jet of air
in front of me, which knocked out some of the needles, but others slipped past
the jet, lodging painfully into me, burning holes in my clothing.
“Point, Carl, douchebag.”