Silas wheeled on him, pistol snapping up and ready.
“Nothing’s fair! The moment you realize this, you’ll be livin’ a whole lot more free, trust me. Now get… out… of my way.”
The Judge was staring him down, fingertip poised on the trigger and death promised in the shadow of her wake.
"I need to sweeten the coffee pot. It’s the only way worth taking it here in the joint!"
It was also… a tactic to assure that she was really the only one that had any.
"No! Everyone must be allowed to sweeten it on their own!"
Gerick quickly voidsliped past the judge grabbing the pot and hoisting it in the air. He tried to make a break for it with the pot sloshing about. “Sweetened Freedom!”
The Judge’s gaze narrowed just as a shot fired, following the assumed spot Gerick would reappear and waiting for him to grasp the coffee pot and hold it on high like the holy brew it truly was.
In the next instant, the Void gripped them both, throwing her forward and he back as she performed a Spatial Shift spell. Her free arm cupped the pot close to her chest, gun whirling along her finger and back into its holster as she reached for the sugar canister and looked back to Gerick smirking.
Gerick shook his head a moment, disoriented by the shift in space. The smug look on her face made him scrunch his nose in frustration though he thought to himself Two can play this game.
As she reached for the sugar Gerick let a sly grin loose. He held his hand up revealing the sugar that Silas had reached for. In its place sat a small biscuit and a wisp of ozone. He stuck out his tongue and once again tried to flee, saving the coffee from the oppressive super sugary regime of the judge.
"Oh you right bastard!” she cursed, slinging loose another pistol—coffee still held tight—and letting a flash of freeze—ice and frost rising up like tendrils after Gerick, attempting to root him in place.
Silas herself was already giving chase, casting the biscuit a icy glare.
Traitorous little bit of gluten.
Gerick cockily grinned at the incoming frost. “You think that’ll stop me?”
He turned and let loose a volley of flame to counter her ice. It worked for the most part as steam and water erupted from the collision of the elements however a small patch got through which pelleted him in his stomach. Unfortunately it also for the sugar to his body completely freezing it and his arm to his body.
The linoleum broke his fall knocking the wind out of him. After he caught his breathe all he could muster was a weak. “Ech…”
Seeing the oncoming blast of fire erupt to counter her spell, Silas pivoted away to the right, side-stepping whatever flash fire burned through the steam.
She continued stalking after him, taking stock of the present condition of the sugar now frosted with his arm to the man’s chest before she came to loom ominously overhead.
Rather silly request, but she was already aiming another spell, a simple Ingite, the runes of it forming like floating embers around her mag pistol.
Gerick lifted his head enough to look upon the one about to flambe him for the precious sweet crystals. His eyes darted back to the coffee maker before dropping his head back to the cool floor.
He couldn’t help smiling to himself as he eked out a chuckle. After he calmed himself he looked up at the judge and weakly pointed his finger to the pot in her hand and uttered. “Decaf…”
His plan to distract her had worked as the others rushed to brew and claim a pot of regular coffee filling each of their mugs. He closed his eyes and sighed with smug satisfaction.
Pure demand over inquiry, Silas cut a sharp look back over her shoulder, only to gawk at the spectacle.
When had they—?!
The Judge scowled, and sat.
Right on top of the frigid traitor’s gut, like a sack of potatoes. She could seem to weigh quite a lot, if she had to. Broodingly, she propped an elbow atop her bent knee, chin rested to the bed of a lifted palm.
Her pistol remained aimed at Gerick’s nose.