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Having grown larger than a barn, keeping out of Bea’s claws is no small feat, even for YOU! Growing angrier with every swipe of her claw and gnash of her teeth, the beast presses the assault even as she juggles chasing Curt around!
Clawing at you like a taloned tornado, Bea comes close to spilling your guts, but only manages to tear a few holes in your coveralls! Though you lament the loss, it’s better than the alternative, and as you continue to dance and dodge around the snarling abomination, you start to see her breaths grow heavier and her attacks slow down!
“It seems even SHE is growing tired of your antics, Parble!” Snaps Curt as he appears high above you with both of his jam-covered arms stretched high above his head, “I certainly have!”
You’re happy to hear it, you growl as you leapfrog over Bea! Smirking at your rebuttal, the mage sends a rain of burning spears towards the platform!
Sidestepping one that gets WAY too close for comfort, an idea forms in your head as Bea writhes in pain behind you–in order to keep the FIRE SPEARS coming, Curt can’t move! That’s your in!
How do you get him!?
>BACKUUM A SPEAR AND FIRE IT BACK TO THE SENDER!
>BURN THE WITCH! LASER EYE TIME!
>VAULT OFF OF BEA AND HIT HIM IN CLOSE RANGE!
>YOU’VE GOT GUNS–BLAST THE PRICK!
>WRITE-IN!
