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Whoever these people are, they're definitely dangerous. Thankfully, there is still some distance between you with which to decide what to do, though you only have moments to commit.
The shadowy figure with the white braids waves a hand in a sort of dismissive fashion, and when he does so, eight puffs of thick violet smoke erupt around the large hand that he is standing upon. The smoke is cleared and brushed away by the six creatures that emerge from their summoning - <span class="mu-s">Redeads</span>. They are emaciated, slouching humanoids, with leathery grey skin that clings wrinkled to their boney frames, with flat, red faces, teeth bared, and eye sockets as black and empty as an exhumed grave. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up to behold the monsters, which until now you knew only from the scary stories your grandmother told you as a child in order to get you to behave around the house. The eight of them begin in your direction at once, shambling with sinister purpose at a walking pace.
The two <span class="mu-s">Yiga Clan</span> ninjas take this as their cue to pursue you as well. The larger of the two leaps forward, using one finger as a springboard to somersault in the air, over the front two <span class="mu-s">Redead</span>, and begins sprinting right at you. The slighter ninja sits down on the edge of the palm and awkwardly let's himself down to the floor, nudging past a <span class="mu-s">Redead</span> to quickly catch up with his partner, and the two of them begin closing the distance. Be it a product of their age, height, or training (or perhaps your own lack of fitness), you're alarmed to see they are both almost twice as fast as you are.
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