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No time to think! Scurrying back the way you came, you follow the distant rumble of thunder in hopes of finding the magical menace you just eluded! It doesn’t take you very long thanks to the fresh puddles on the floor, and it’s a good thing too: as you close in on the thundering fiend you hear an army of boots enter the cellar after you… and you get the feeling they don’t belong to fleeing casinoers!
Turning the corner, you nearly bump into your quarry–at least, you <span class="mu-i">think</span> you do. Can you bump into a cloud? A-anyways, a pop in your ears and the crack of lightning tips you off pretty damn well, and fueled by reckless abandon and good ole’-fashioned adrenaline, you take a <span class="mu-b">THROWING KNIFE</span> out of one of your many pockets and huck it at the construct!
Whether the blade hit it or not is hard to verify–the pointy projectile barely leaves your hand before it’s intercepted by a rush of blistering heat… and before you can really register what happened, your prey becomes your predator with a menacing roll of thunder!
E-exit Stage <span class="mu-i">LEFT!</span>
The air explodes around you with searing fireworks, not that you can see them, of course! Peppered by raindrops the size of your eye as you flee in the direction you came, your instincts telling you to duck pay off as you feel some of your hair get singed away as a crack of lightning whizzes past your ear! YOW!
You drop to all-fours for a moment, but manage to gallop around the corner just in time to dodge another lightning bolt!
… And crash face-first into a pair of guards!
“<span class="mu-i">Relax!</span>” Hisses a Skog with a chipped tusk, “<span class="mu-i">We’re on YOUR side!</span>”
“<span class="mu-i">Yea!</span>” Nods his Mox counterpart, “<span class="mu-i">We’ve wanted Rolo ta’ get what’s comin’ to him for ages! We’ll get ya’ outta h-</span>”
Your new pals are vaporized as quickly as they appeared–their no-doubt interesting and endearing backstories rent asunder by the angry storm drifting after you like an angry swarm of gnats! Dashing through their ashes before they can even settle, you barely manage to keep ahead of the Magi’bah as you scamper back to where you remember the girls being held!
As you make your triumphant return with the cantankerous cloud on your heels, however, you’re greeted by a whole host of new faces… well, <span class="mu-i">eyes</span>!
“Where is he!?” Pants who you assume to be one of the new arrivals!
“Who!?” TT’s guard asks!
“Th-the weird Gnok guy! <span class="mu-i">ANTOK!</span> He was headed dis’ way!”
>CONTD
