Sans shuffles back a half-step, gauging the distance, the path of the two fireballs flung in his direction with his grin set. He ducks and throws himself to the left as cyan and yellow fire blooms in his left eye socket, streaming like a blue ribbon as he weaves around the third fireball flung where he still had room to run.
He sees the other one hurtling for the place he'd move next to avoid the fiery splash damage, wastes a precious second dismissing the cluster of bones taking up too much room. His coat catches fire--
What's that look for? Relax! Just kidding with you.
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He sees the other one hurtling for the place he'd move next to avoid the fiery splash damage, wastes a precious second dismissing the cluster of bones taking up too much room. His coat catches fire--
What's that look for? Relax! Just kidding with you.