Yes, this would have been a very excellent time to just cut his losses and go looking for an antidote. A fight that had really only started because Char couldn't resist the urge to make allusions to his oh-so-clever phone pranks definitely wasn't worth letting poison eat away at him until he collapsed.
No such luck here. This was Vinnie. Vinnie had grabbed his horn. Those two facts were enough to apparently make risking the passing out worth it. Char straightened himself up, stumbling back a pace or two. Dragged the back of his hand over his mouth. "Only thing you gotta be worried about is the unholy ass-whoopin' headed your way," Char growled.
He took a few slow steps toward Vinnie (around the minefield of ex-woodland-creatures, not through it, thank you), gauging just how bad the poison was throwing him off, gauging the distance between them. Too much for fire, if he even had any fire left in him after that. But maybe not too much for the air.
A minute tensing of Char's wings was the only warning Vinnie'd get before he flared them out to their fullest, then brought them down in a sharp, sudden flap. It wasn't a misguided attempt to get airborne: he was firing off an Air Slash. It didn't quite have the same dramatic effect as puking on anyone, but a razor-sharp blade of wind could still leave a decent mark on a grass-type if it connected.
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No such luck here. This was Vinnie. Vinnie had grabbed his horn. Those two facts were enough to apparently make risking the passing out worth it. Char straightened himself up, stumbling back a pace or two. Dragged the back of his hand over his mouth. "Only thing you gotta be worried about is the unholy ass-whoopin' headed your way," Char growled.
He took a few slow steps toward Vinnie (around the minefield of ex-woodland-creatures, not through it, thank you), gauging just how bad the poison was throwing him off, gauging the distance between them. Too much for fire, if he even had any fire left in him after that. But maybe not too much for the air.
A minute tensing of Char's wings was the only warning Vinnie'd get before he flared them out to their fullest, then brought them down in a sharp, sudden flap. It wasn't a misguided attempt to get airborne: he was firing off an Air Slash. It didn't quite have the same dramatic effect as puking on anyone, but a razor-sharp blade of wind could still leave a decent mark on a grass-type if it connected.