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Gathering all the flame you can muster, you cup both hands together and prepare to deal a <span class="mu-i">coup de grace</span> to this dupe… <span class="mu-i">de… grace</span>. Yea!
Before you can let loose, however, you sense something rushing towards your precarious perch from below! Like a crap-covered prizefighter, the construct beats you to the punch with his own <span class="mu-i">poo de grace</span>--an uppercut to end all uppercuts that shatters your iceberg into shaved ice!
Rocketing upwards like a smelly ICBM, you clench your teeth and prepare to meet Mr. Ceiling… but before your face can get shattered like a window too close to the Little League park, salvation appears in the form of a foul-smelling pocket of air…
<span class="mu-s">BOOM!</span>
A single spark from within your hand is all it takes. Tossed away from the ceiling, you find yourself hurtling towards your autonomous assailant with the force of a very squishy bullet! Though the metal menace swipes at you with its unseen arms, your small frame is a bit too speedy to slap! Darting and ducking past the construct’s frantic flailing like a fly on a mission, your optimism is swiftly chucked out the proverbial ‘window’ when you realize where your trajectory is taking you!
Glaring at you with a menacing passiveness only machines and teachers can pull off, the construct seems to lock on to your flying form with its remaining eyes as the others spew magical miasma out of their cracked and still-frosty exteriors! Just when you think it’s got you in its sights, Oti darts by and coats the eyes in another layer of frost! Nice one!
Wait, you think mere seconds before colliding with a non-busted eye, why didn’t he grab y-
Gravity doesn’t have the patience to let you finish that thought, nor does the massive head trauma you sustain upon crashing through the icy eye at terminal velocity! You’re too loopy to realize it at first, but as you struggle to stay afloat in the warm, soupy magical… <span class="mu-i">STUFF</span> you plunged into, you notice you’re <span class="mu-i">SWAYING!</span>
Staggering around the sea of stank like a drunk after closing time, the construct sends what few pipes remain around the chamber tumbling into the drink–the steam in the air almost thick enough to cut a hole in! Yanking yourself free of the magical goop sloshing around inside your funky foe’s eye, you spot Tzah-Tzie and Oti on what you assume is a nearby catwalk and leap over like an action hero in a movie trailer!
Your landing isn’t nearly as graceful–slamming face-first against the damp, warm metal with a dull ‘<span class="mu-s">KLONG!</span>’, you scramble to your feet just as the construct staggers into the center of the chamber… and takes a header straight into the pistons!
How are those still <span class="mu-i">functioning?</span>
“We’ll brainstorm about it later!” Squeaks TT as she scurries down the groaning, swaying, catwalk towards what you presume is an exit, “Time to go!”
She doesn’t have to tell you twice!
>CONTD.
