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Still dancing around the spears, you wait until Bea gets close before making your move! Vaulting onto her snout as she snaps wildly at you, you use the welcome boost to leap towards Curt! Tracking your approach with a wicked smile forming on his face, the mage quickly abandons his current spell and points his finger your way!
“Predictable. BEGONE!”
A DISINTEGRATION RAY bursts from his finger tip as your jump takes you straight into its path! Gritting your teeth, you do your best to dodge the spell, but only manage to send it burning through your shoulder instead of your skull!
A sensation akin to having hot rebar pushed through your skin courses through you, but you hold firm long enough to flick your boss’s eyepatch open… and reveal the LASER you’re about to send through Curt’s sorry ass!
“You-”
You give the mage a toothy grin as your own surprise bursts from your eye and bores a bowling ball-sized hole between Curt’s shoulder and ribcage! An unsettling hiss escapes his mouth as he falls on top of you causing you both to tumble back to the platform!
Landing in a heap, the mage gasps for air as he blinks away from you! Before you can chase him, however, you feel an immense force press you down like a piano sitting on your back! As you crash to the floor, you glare at Curt as he sneers at you with one hand over the sizzling hole in his torso, the other extended towards you!
“That’s…” He growls in a hollow voice, “That’s… QUITE enough of that…” Bringing his hand lower, you feel even more weight on your back–enough to bring you to your knees!
“Impressive, Parble…” He grunts, each breath shallower than the last, “But not impressive enough, I’m afraid…” Peering past you, the mage’s wicked smile deepens as you hear something big slowly creep up from behind! “I suppose… suppose I should be pleased… one last… battle… before immortality…”
You freeze up as you feel gobs of steaming slobber drip onto your back.
“BEA!” Barks Curt with rapidly-fading authority, “Leave the marrow to ME, you buffoon!”
Curt, you grunt as the gravity continues to pull you towards the ground, you-
“Save your breath, fool–I could crush your bones into a PASTE if I wanted to!”
Curt, you repeat with a fresh smile on your face, you’ve… you’ve got JAM on your shirt…
Confused, it takes Curt a moment to realize what Bea’s salivating over…
>CONTD.
