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Seeing Syb convulsing on the ground and Art struggling to drag her away sets something off in your head–something <span class="mu-r">PRIMAL!</span> Like a mother trash panda protecting her kits, you rush towards the cackling witch as you chuck your <span class="mu-g">SNIRE TAGIC MAKE IRON</span> in Talbot’s direction! Think fast!
“Wha-<span class="mu-s">OOF!</span>”
Judging by the loud clang you just heard, you might have just killed Talbot–nah, probably just beaned him in the head.
“Yep, he’s alive.” Ly remarks as you pounce at your target! Before your claws can connect, however, she pops out of existence and reappears a few feet away!
“Yes, that’s eet, preemative,” She coos, blinking through the air again as you take another lunge at her, “Keep tryink–maybe you’ll shed a few of those unsightly extra pounds in the process, yes?”
You’ll drop <span class="mu-i">HER</span>, you snarl as Art uses the distraction to drag Syb to the corner of the lab! Now hold <span class="mu-i">still!</span>
“What a coeencidence–that was what <span class="mu-i">I</span> was goink to say!” Chuckles the High Scholar as a fresh batch of <span class="mu-b">GREATER PAIN</span> fires from three of her fingers! “Followed by ‘<span class="mu-i">goodbye</span>’. Not that I’ll let you all die yet, of course–theenk of these spells as, well, <span class="mu-i">appetizers</span>’.”
Whiffing another attack, you turn to check on Talbot and find him wrestling with the <span class="mu-g">SNAKE IRON THING!</span> Part of you has something to say about that image, but a sharp pain in your head halts that plan almost immediately.
“Focus, cupcake!”
Right, <span class="mu-i">right</span>, you’re focusing! As you lock eyes with Talbot and the trash panda that just clambered onto his singed shoulder again, you pantomime a swinging motion at the trio of crackling green snakes flitting through the air like murderous hummingbirds!
You’re not sure if he gets it or not, but you get a nod–that’s probably the best you’re going to get. Oh, and a thumbs up from the raccoon. <span class="mu-i">That’s</span> the best you’re going to get right there! Renewing your onslaught, you leap past the approaching spells towards your foe once again–using each whiffed attack to immediately spring into another!
“You know I was just keedink about the whole ‘<span class="mu-i">keep tryink</span>’ thing, right?” She remarks as you follow her blinking form around the lab like a pissed-off flea, “All the exercise in the world won’t cure how stupid you are… or that nasty case of <span class="mu-r">UGLY</span> you have!”
And nothing’s gonna cure her when you’re done here, you snarl as you feel your heart pumping against the inside of your chest! Keeping up the assault, out of the corner of your eye you spot Talbot keeping the spells at bay with the iron–his aim guided by Lil’ Stanley nipping his ear in the direction of the next attack!
“So please… keep flailing against the inevitable–eet’s all you preematives are good at, after a-”
<span class="mu-s">CLANG!</span>
>CONTD.
