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Clear one wall and another appears right behind it. Story of your damn life… Taking a minute to cope with the fact that you’ll have to wait even <span class="mu-i">LONGER</span> to fight <span class="mu-r">RED’S</span> control over your body, you turn your attention to other, more easily-surmountable tasks!
It’s unrelated, you begin as you rummage around in the only pocket you have <span class="mu-i">steeped</span> in blood, but he’s a mage–is he able to track someone’s body part to its original owner?
Oti glances up from his work and looks at you as if you’d just farted loud enough to knock a clock off the wall!
“I beg your pardon?”
“Don’t worry–the owner wasn’t innocent!” Chimes in Tzah-Tzie with a toothy and very reassuring grin! “The hand belonged to a sorcerer that attacked us!”
Volka rapidly blinks in disbelief! “Y-you guys fought a SORCERER? WITHOUT ME!?”
Taking a moment to try to decipher the meaning behind that statement, Oti relents with a shrug. “Rudimentary Blood Magic. If it isn’t completely dried up I can certainly try, but don’t expect step-by-step directions.”
Fine, you smile, you’ll be happy to… <span class="mu-i">give him a hand!</span> The Chytree glowers at you for a moment as the rest of your pals fail to burst into the raucous laughter you expected and deserved. You’ll uh… you’ll be happy to… <span class="mu-i">gi-</span>
“Give me that.” Snatching the amputated appendage out of your grasp, the sorcerer begins to intone a few words, but pauses mid-incantation!
“Performance anxiety?” Snickers Tzah-Tzie as she smirks behind her paw, “We can turn around~”
“The spell I had in mind calls for quite a bit of blood,” Explains Oti as he deftly ignores the Durher, “And my stores were raided by your pet hellspawn when it broke loose.”
Okay, you shrug, so let’s grab some more blood then! Does he have, like, a <span class="mu-r">BLOOD PORTAL</span> you can warp through, or-
“I do, but there might be a simpler solution.” Chanting a few new words under his breath, you feel that familiar itching sensation inside your teeth… magic!
A moment later, you hear a few hasty ‘<span class="mu-i">SNAPS</span>’ dead ahead of you! Following the noise, you bump into what seems to be the wizard’s hand… and it’s <span class="mu-i">FLYING!</span>
“Golly!” Remarks Volka as she pokes at it a few times, prompting the hand to berate her with some vicious snapping, “A floating hand!”
“I had to improvise a few words from a regeneration spell,” Oti begins as he resumes fiddling away at one of his workstations, “But that hand should lead you back to its owner… within reason.” He glances over his shoulder. “Keep it away from Neetzes–those winged wretches will eat anything these days.”
“I blame the dockworkers!” Volka adds with a disapproving shake of her head! “Barely pick up after themselves, ‘specially after lunch! Shameful, really.”
>CONTD.
