[You know what, at this point, if the silverware has some sort of reflective ward cast on it Cid is of a mind to lie back and let the Gate of Tablelon claim him; but they won't know that without actually contending with the kitchen onslaught, so guess he'll see whether his luck holds or whether it's peanut butter jelly time.
Wait, those are the same thing. Heck.
His shadow tentacles rear up from the ground; there's enough of them to slap away an middling amount of cutlery (11), though he's mostly got the time to focus on himself rather than the others under the ambush. After getting reverse sliced, though, it could be worse. Probably. Some knocks and fork stabs and who-knows-what are just the price of not becoming a meal.]
I'm really startin' to get tired of this hospitality we're getting.
[Somewhere in his noggin he's really thinking about blowing up this house. Anyway, he'll drop down to the ground after the initial onslaught and check what magic's out here trying to cook them. Also if there's anything interesting in the cabinets. Important matters.]
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Wait, those are the same thing. Heck.
His shadow tentacles rear up from the ground; there's enough of them to slap away an middling amount of cutlery (11), though he's mostly got the time to focus on himself rather than the others under the ambush. After getting reverse sliced, though, it could be worse. Probably. Some knocks and fork stabs and who-knows-what are just the price of not becoming a meal.]
I'm really startin' to get tired of this hospitality we're getting.
[Somewhere in his noggin he's really thinking about blowing up this house. Anyway, he'll drop down to the ground after the initial onslaught and check what magic's out here trying to cook them. Also if there's anything interesting in the cabinets. Important matters.]