As they reached a small kitchenette, they were attacked by a fridge that launched plates far sharper than they had any right to be. [Cracked Phantom Armor] stopped them from penetrating, but that wasn't Matt’s chief concern. He had absolutely no interest in getting swallowed by the fridge, as each of the teeth in its giant maw were the same size as the plates.
The next kitchen oddities to be launched were rotten foods that stressed [Cracked Phantom Armor]. His AI registered the foods the mimic launched were acidic and trying to eat through his skill.
His AI was having trouble predicting the fluid movements that the mimics were capable of, but he landed a heavy blow into the door that acted as the fridge’s mouth. The large mimic was enraged and waddled back toward him. It was just slow en
