#gostriley

“Match Twenty-Four: Ectolights versus Gostriley! PHIGHT!”

“YEET!”  Gostriley called, hurling a textbook over her head at Ectolights.  Danny cringed in preparation for the impact, but the textbook went wide, flopping to the pavement.

“That attack only works on assholes.  Guess you’re cool,” she said.  They nodded at each other in acknowledgement.  Then Ectolights fought back with a bass guitar playing… Danny didn’t know, the song was too obscure.  It sounded like something from the last century, though.

“Nice, you are cool,” Gost said, pulling out another projectile.  This one was a fresh ectoplasm and apple pie - Danny could tell by the faint electrical smell wafting towards him.  “Which means this attack should work just fine.”

They lobbed the pie, which homed directly in on Ectolights’ face.  That was too bad, the waiter had seemed pretty cool to him too.

Tali blew her kazoo.  “Ectolights is unable to battle.  Gostriley wins!”