Boss attacks: duocast Varick and Silvyr - The Present part 2

To the horror of Varick and Silyvr, the blue-wrapped box grew and fell from the table. The gift wrap shredded as the box sprouted teeth and tentacles. 

 

“You bought me a mimic,” Silyvr shouted as he summoned his microphone talisman. 

 

“I made you dolls of us holding hands as a peace offering,” Varick snapped back as he pulled two-needle swords from his bag. A red thread tied through their eyes glowed as the thin blades erupted in blue and purple flame. “I knew I should’ve wrapped it myself instead of paying someone to do it.”

 

“You made plushes of each of us but couldn’t be bothered to wrap it yourself,” the half-elf scoffed as he prepared to start singing.

 

“Not important right now,” the blonde Clydesdale hissed back as he slid into his fighting stance. “Do what you do best and play back up.” 

 

With a roll of his eyes, Silyvr launched into an upbeat rock song. As the ambient sky magic gathered in the room, it wrapped around the flaming blades of the needle swords, changing the burning blades to living bolts of electricity. Dodging tentacles, Varick charged the mimic in a flurry of cuts and slashes that obliterated the creature and much of the room. Within moments, the horse, with the aid of the elven singer, trashed the room and defeated the mimic.

 

“Out of my house! Out now,” Silyvr shouted as he observed the destruction. “Congrats you failed at peace offerings like you failed music.”

 

“The plushes would’ve coated everything in glitter,” Varick stuck out his tongue as he left.