'I don't think we can keep dancing with this bastard like this for long,' Zhen Shi said to me as we narrowly avoided a barrage of rusty screws.
After we had told Scrap Maker to go and fuck himself, the Affixed warrior did not take kindly to the directive.
Instead of trying to look like a proper warrior with a humanoid form, Scrap Maker eschewed all of that in favor of just trying to poison Zhen Shi with deadly rust and miasma.
The method: death by a thousand projectiles.
Scrap Maker turned himself into a tornado of junk and scrap metal before unleashing a veritable storm of rusty iron nails and screws.
[Tetanus Hurricane!]
When the first wave of projectiles came our way, Zhen Shi opted to use his chains again to cut down the nails and screws. However, that turned out to be a bad idea.
The moment the projectiles were smashed, they exploded into a cloud of purple and rust-brown miasma that threatened to fuck up Zhen Shi's breathing.
