>>5764717>>5764845>>5765106As you descend, she reveals her ace up her sleeve:
What's better than one giant candy cane? Two of them!
<span class="mu-i">"I was savin' this for the second phase of our battle... But you've pissed me off, I want you dead <span class="mu-r">NOW!"</span></span>
<span class="mu-i">As she spins both of them in the air, you let your mind wander for a moment... You are very high, but this fall feels like it could last forever... But this is not a movie, or a game, or some weird anime. Your life is truly at risk here, as is hers... Is that not why people fight? To survive? Is there more to life? The only reason you are here was that, survival. But surviving is not the same as living, is it? And you can have it all sorted out, like this bitch. Have your own personal mall Santa or whatever the fuck you want. But is that gonna do... Anything? Is that all that living is? Being able to get whatever idiotic desire you want? All your whims, becoming reality? And suddenly, you have everything and nothing at once?</span>
<span class="mu-i">Can't find the exit... Can't find the exit...</span>
You can see the previously defenestrated corpse of Mall Santa. That might help break your fall, this is all a gamble. You are gambling your life, holding onto your lance since your life depends on it... You could also try overloading it, hoping the impact and it's following shockwave helps you not break every bone once you hit the floor...
It's a gamble, all of it...
>Try to avoid the dual candy hooks and focus on falling somewhere soft, like the body, taking her down with you.>Charge your lance above the safe levels and drive her to the floor and rely on the impact to bounce you up.>Do neither. Just let yourself go. 