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Muffin grins. “Glad we sorted that out.” She unceremoniously dumps the magical items to the ground, bagging up the rest.
The first guards, running in pairs of two down the tunnel, plow into the traps. Vines snap out and rotting boards snap at almost the same time. One guard jerks into the air, the other plummets toward foot long spikes of bone.
Unaware, Maria scowls. “Fucking dust sniffers are a pain in my ass.” A bag is produced and mundane jewelry is scooped into it.
Shouting, cursing, and the gurgling howl of a man with a spike through his chest echoes out of the sewer and both women snap their heads toward it. You struggle to keep up with domain’s information, a second guard tips into the pit, his eyes glued to his companion turning red as a vine tightens around his neck. He crashes into the first pit victim, driving the spikes deeper. Guards crash into each other above the pit in a confused shouting mess and a third victim is shoved in and crashes into the merciless spikes. Muffin and Maria are shouting at each other, knives are being brandished and you can’t keep up with the words other than ‘backstabbing bitch of a mother’.
Are you freezing up? Trusting that Muffin can handle it with the delay of your traps? Staring with domain’s eye as guards desperately stab at the vines while one of their own turns from red to blue, eyes going out of focus as life leeches from their body. You can feel the tug, from your heart to his, the <span class="mu-r">delicious life being ripped out and given to you, the pit filling with sweet lifeblood</span> and you jerk your vision away, panting.
Maria has a knife in hand, poised to throw, her head jerking back and forth between the sewer and Muffin.
“I don’t even know who your fucking mom is!” Muffin shouts.
“Bullshit! This is one of fucking Rango’s games isn’t it?”
