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You recover your stance, and attempt to hold your sword out between you and the ghost while keeping a hand on the <span class="mu-s">Lens</span>, having to shift a foot as you are near collapsing beneath your own weight. The tears are streaming down your cheeks now, but your features are set firmly as stone, a dark intensity rooted in you as you face down this monster.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">"SHREEEEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAHHK-HAAGH!</span></span>
It twirls the kiseru between its thin wicked fingers as before, and twists backwards around in a manner that reminds you of a salamander or snake with the length of its body proportionate to its limbs. When <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Dead Heart</span></span> arcs around, it is swinging the pipe hard right for you, around the outside of the feeble defense put up by your sword.
The blow connects with the left side of your face, and you feel the bone splinter for a fraction of a second before dark nothing envelopes you completely...
<span class="mu-s">You have no remaining Hearts</span>
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