In Jareth's Castle, Saturday Afternooon

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Well... That hadn't gone quite as planned. The right words have been said, and Jareth has simply laughed in the faces of our would-be rescuers. What now? Three challenges? That wasn't in any of the clues! Play fair, Goblin King!

Then again, saying, "It isn't fair" never really seems to do anybody any good in here anyhow, does it? Drat.

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Re: Labyrinth: Team Ceiling vs. Minotaur

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Ben Skywalker	"Down!" Ben yelled at her, wishing he could use the same kind of lack of respect for gravity the creature was using and missing his Force-abilities. His leap up and around her was decidedly less showy than he preferred, but the lightsaber was aimed correctly--straight for the thing's right arm. If only he had the Force-speed to get the jump on this thing.
Tahiri Veila	"Krel os'a hmi va ta!" Tahiri was missing her Force-speed badly, too, or she'd have been attacking by now. As it was, she didn't want to risk stray blaster bolts when there were people walking on every surface of this room, but she was sprinting toward the minotaur's left side with the spiked-hook end of her gaderffii raised for the blow.
MINOTAUR!!!	A sword in front of him, a glowing stick to one side, and a spiked hook to the other. What was a minotaur to do in a situation like this one? Throw back his head and loose an angry roar, for a start, jerking his way back in an attempt to miss the worst of the attacks. The lightsaber burned, leaving scorched flesh in its wake even as the creature pulled its arm away, and the gaderffii was no better, ripping at its side in a terribly messy way. Even the sword met its mark if only slightly, leaving an angry black wound oozing nastily from his chest. Clearly, this meant that he was going to have to attempt to backhand both of these pesky little people away. He wound up, cranky as he could possibly be, and swung a massive arm out in a sweeping motion, hoping to knock a few of these little creatures clean off their feet.
Ben Skywalker	Ceiling or floor, whatever down was now, Ben was in no way interested in landing on it, which was why, when the blow connected, he clung for dear life onto the handrail and wished his head would stop ringing. Seeing two minotaurs was no help at all at the moment.
Tahiri Veila	Tahiri snarled another Yuuzhan Vong oath as she took a minotaur fist to the side of her head, but she barely managed to throw her weight to take a decent fall and went tumbling across the . . . ceiling, her gaderffii sending off sparks when it scraped across the stone. "Emperor's black bones," she grumbled, "what I wouldn't give for my X-Wing about now." . . . that made sense, Tahiri. Really.

Re: Labyrinth: Team Ceiling vs. Minotaur

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Jonothon Starsmore	Jono would give just about anything to just be able to rip his wrappings off and blow the minotaur a new arsehole. But, barring that, he was going to be a complete berk and try to run up at the creature from behind, knife-blade first. He'd preferred not to use the thing up until this point, but when it came down to it, when there was a giant demonic cow-beast beating up his friends, he could certainly find it in him to get his stabby-thing on.
MINOTAUR!1!1!	Okay, now the minotaur was just getting crabby. There was a knife blade sticking out of its shoulder. Who could possibly be in a good mood when there was a knife blade sticking out of its shoulder? Especially on top of the burns and gouges that it had gotten a moment before? It didn't bother swinging a fist toward the pest that was behind it. It simply bowed its head and swung itself around, hard and fast, plowing one of those wicked horns of his at the annoyances and sending Jono flying... up... as well. People were all so annoying, today. And they wondered why minotaurs were always so grouchy.
Tahiri Veila	The odd strangled bark Tahiri let out was actually a very graphic suggestion as to what exactly the minotaur could go do with himself, but what were the odds he spoke Tusken? "Oh, kriff this, kane a bar," she snarled. Mmm, linguistic mishmash. So excuse her, minotaur, while she just launched herself at you with every intention of grabbing onto one of those horns and hanging the hell on. How well that would work with her head ringing, well . . .

[OOC: To be continued in comments if Team Ceiling so desires!]