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"Audie! Do what comes natural! You can beat this fucker, you've defeated HOW many anomalies down here?! This edgy Jack the Ripper fuckin' ripoff has nothing on you!"
The five DREARY NIGHT MURDERERS immediately lose their smirks. Seems like that got under their skin real quick. "What?" "Feh. You don't understand what it means to be in the spotlight, dear." "Edgy? You don't understand high fashion, sweetheart. It's 1888, sweetheart, this is what we wear."
"HIGH FUCKING FASHION?" Sable throws her head back, cackling at the idea of his dorky outfit being 'high fashion'. "Feh! You talk like a fucking idiot! What, you think that's scaring us?"
One of the MURDERERS snarls again, clearly getting heated over what you and your manifested psyche are saying. "YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A GOD DAMN FANBOY-" Sable, and by proxy you, are interrupted by a sharp pain in your head.
<span class="mu-r">A hunting knife has now imbedded pretty deep into the base of one of your antlers.</span> The metallic antler guard blocking it shatters, leaving your antlers completely exposed now.
>2 COMBAT PROSTHETIC BODYSUIT CHARGES! 2 FLESH DAMAGE NEGATED! NO CHARGES LEFT THIS MISSION!
>1 FLESH DAMAGE GOT THROUGH! 4/5 FLESH LEFT!
>SEVERE BLEEDING NEGATED! -ANTLER GUARDS!
Fuck, you let your guard down. DREARY NIGHT MURDERER B, the one who threw it, regains his smirk. "You'll be like the rest of them. Forgotten. Nothing but a statistic-" He promptly gets an arm and leg sliced clean off by a single stroke of Audie's blade. He doesn't seem to react to it for a moment before the whole surface of his body begins to crack.
He collapses to the flooded and mist-covered ground, fizzling in and out of existence. You can barely even see him thanks to the fog covering him up. Seems like he can't hold himself together now. <span class="mu-b">His RESTRAINT is too low for him to act now.</span> One down.
There's no more time for talking or egging the anomaly on. You try your best to regain your composure as the sheer, unyielding pain of having a god damn knife stuck in you floods your nervous system. Can't remove it yet, you're smart enough to know that's an easy way to get blood in your eyes.
Naomi, Kiara, and Wendy immediately charge in while everyone is still trying to adjust to what happened. Naomi and Kiara surround one of the MURDERERS in an attempt to corner him. Their swings are wild and reckless, trying their damn best to make him bleed. MURDERER D is able to deflect most of them but he is being distracted for the time being.
Not for long though.
Kiara promptly gets a hunting knife thrusted RIGHT into her metallic stomach. It slices through her with ease, mangling her chassis and her internals like a hot knife through butter. before Naomi gets sent to the floor by an elbow smashing directly into her nose. A sickening CRACK rings through the hallway. Both are promptly sent to the ground from the force of the MURDERER's impacts.
Huh. His elbow jab was a bit sloppy since Naomi is already getting back up.
