"I haven't done any sullying yet!" Mason yells back, before turning crimson.
The glue catches his pants, and he struggles to pull free, before just cursing loudly and transmuting his own pants off into a lump of nylon.
He runs across the yard, trying to get the Atlantean to follow him, before grabbing for a buried piece of wire he'd marked the spot for. He reshapes the metal it connects to, and steel rods rise out of the ground like serpents, wrapping around his opponent.
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