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Surrounded by a profound darkness a certain numbness overtakes you. Due to the injuries you sustained as well as the lack of air your body has entered some sort of hibernation. Bloodflow, breathing and everything else necessary for maintaining life functions have slowed down to a crawl. In this state it can seldom heal on its own but it may buy you enough time until things calm down a bit. The first thing that manages to reach you in this state are the words of one worried rodent.
"N-Nyeh! Maybe acid to the skin-face will help!"
You are rudely awakened by the sensation of water splashing on your face. With a loud gasp and several coughs you manage to get back to your senses and already you feel blood gushing out of your throat. Quickly you apply pressure to your neck as with each beat of your heart blood spurts from the wounds on it. Thankfully the dials though damaging were weak enough to not cut too deep with those jets of compressed air. It still hurts like hell though. But not as much as your leg and chest do. Thankfully it seems like someone managed to plug that hole in your torso with what appears to be a handful of moss.
"Brother-friend! You alive-live! Dexter is not alone again!"
"Uuuugh."
You groan as you stand up.
"Friend-friend! You should sit-rest! You are hurt-hurt!"
"Where are they?"
"Myeh the cur-cowards ran-ran before me-me could show them a thing or two!"
The rat puffs his chest proudly.
"I see."
You reach for your ribs. They hurt something fierce. After rummaging around your pockets for a bit you pop in the condensed pill of Second Wind and feel your body swelling with energy, which it quickly puts to use. With a bit of force from you holding things in place and the help of the medicine you can feel your body slowly putting itself back together. But your chest still hurts. Taking a deep breath you shout so loud that it travels everywhere on the island.
"EVERYONE! FINISH IT! THAT'S AN ORDER!"
After a little bit of time (about as much as one would need to give their opponent a final monologue) explosions can be heard coming from all over the place. A few minutes later your friends start arriving one by one, wondering what the hell happened to you. Until the last one of them gets here you refuse to say a word to any of them.
"So care to explain what the hell happened to you?"
"It's Clown. She was a Cipher Pol agent. She wanted us to mess up the place so she could bust out one of her friends."
"WHAT?!"
"WHAT?!"
"WHAT?!"
"I knew something was off with her but this? Cipher Pol?"
Murray scratches his head.
"WELL? What are we waiting for? Let's find that fucking clown and pull her guts out through her mouth like colorful ribbons!"
Marcella is raring to go and get violent.
"A-Absolutely not! Silver is heavily injured! He needs to rest!"
Lyda protests.
>I want everyone to get on the ship now. We will track them down
>I don't care. I just want a new musician
>I just want to rest...
>Other?
