[Papyrus doesn't add to the banter this time, mainly because he needs to judge this attack very carefully. Mettaton's HP isn't all the way full anymore, but that's all right. He's not standing up, so aiming a blast over his head is still possible. There's a ring of people beyond the ropes, of course, but for some reason the crowd seems to have thinned out remarkably on the other side.
Still, he feels a need to address them as the giant skull finishes forming above him and charges up.]
Attention, people in the audience! Now is a good time to move to the side! This attack is powerful, and meant only for a worthy opponent!
[There's a lot of commotion, people jumping out of the way and the man who "owns" Papyrus trying to order him to stop doing whatever the hell that is, but it's too late. The jaw drops and a volley of white-hot magic blasts past Mettaton, scorching the ropes and inadvertently leaving them with a wide path to freedom, if they react fast enough.
Papyrus, for his part, hunches over and rests his hands on his knees. He's proud of that attack, but it took a lot of magic.]
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Still, he feels a need to address them as the giant skull finishes forming above him and charges up.]
Attention, people in the audience! Now is a good time to move to the side! This attack is powerful, and meant only for a worthy opponent!
[There's a lot of commotion, people jumping out of the way and the man who "owns" Papyrus trying to order him to stop doing whatever the hell that is, but it's too late. The jaw drops and a volley of white-hot magic blasts past Mettaton, scorching the ropes and inadvertently leaving them with a wide path to freedom, if they react fast enough.
Papyrus, for his part, hunches over and rests his hands on his knees. He's proud of that attack, but it took a lot of magic.]