Familiar meeting

Ed read the text over tape over the vase, old etiquette labels. Then:

Ed uses his shamanic powers: That,

Like when the cook spread salt over the steak, but instead that salt, sparkle him hastags or coarse snowflakes, but transparent whit, iota, tough of blue when dirty, but sterile cold light from broken ceiling led shines thru them, white only when light glares just right from them, like when them bend, they like fire passing thru each other --no solid.

Flow variant speeds, show colours of the rainbow, -- only little at the edges. That way they are similar to the soap bubbles. And like hairs made from tiny stars dive between them other kind of magic. Soon vase be imbued by shamanistic energy. Vase spoils tears out off its solid ceramic case, tears has colours around the layer like snow storm on the old TV-screen. --Error at the drops maximum looses all likeness to the water and turn to full pixels.

Ed says to himself:

--First I change the form.

He makes few strikes at the air, and vase turn to a sword.

Then he says

--Then I change the function.

...

Three to four minute earlier.

Back then Ed have just pull out his knife and he is about thread Doctor Kane, when the spike start ooze surprised acid and like skin-near worms made out of digital error crawls out of toxic that can corrode metal wood plastic and all except pointy objects from surface and jars from inside, when odd stream reach Ed’s skin it melt into it as soon as touch and like lightning brooks it to at Ed’s head leaving black metal scar. And Ed sees visions of Future and they shouting only one thing:

Shouts From visions from Future Ed:

--Strike now!! Don’t mater about the big gun, there is no mater about future, but past!

Kane has mini-gun ready. Big time torrenting bullet-hell storm start; Ed runs right into it, mush turn him, But he get in just before fatal moment a nasty stab, full pointy stick left there, until it poison acid make it nib loose, a knife drop -that acid really eat solid metal.

...

Yet some time earlier.

 Ed coming in bearing burden that murdered loss girl. Tower doctor soon ever increasing pore cavity appears it right side oozing green acid. Tin-doctor collapses. Then Ed smell familiar stink like rotten beans.

Ed:

--That horrid smell? RatRat?

green steam comes from  wreck holes, then RatRat appears inside off it heap of corroded metal there is no mistake, those four tiny red inhuman eyes, body like big zombie roadkill hairless spots on fur and wounds showing green blood. He got headset, he says:

RatRat:

-- Perhaps! I go a little bit too far.