>>6004343 | >>6004566 | >>6004578 taking the highest scoreKillia swings her sword several times over her head, the liquid mercury inside accumulates towards the tip of of the sword, drastically shifting its weight balance, straining her muscles to great extend. The creature dives again with such speed that for the half second it needs to reach Killia its shape gets visually distorted by the friction with the air. The elf realizes that by gaining such speed, a cost of mobility needs to be paid. Now the flying one can't change its trajectory and invests its force on the tip of its stinger, however <span class="mu-i">Mistral</span> proves to be mightier. The slash of the brute has such weight behind it that the creature loses its stinger arm and its torso is sawn in half <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">(rolled 17 + 3 = 20, critical success)</span></span>. The body traverses another fifty meters by inertia, spilling guts and severed organs in the process. The womb of the creature has been slashed through as well, multiple fertilized eggs and forming embryos cover the ground.
The enemy is neutralized and Rel is unconscious with a huge gaping hole in her chest, multiple slashes make their way across her face and neck. Her breathing is shallow, but is there. Killia looks around. The place in the mural, where the creature was demolishing part of the stone mosaic, now partly reveals a small door. With confident swings of her weapon, the elf creates improvised stone dents in the humongous wall, slowly climbing towards the new find. After couple laborious hours she finally reaches it, there is no lock, she makes her way in. The door reveals a miniature version of the gigantic corridor that she has been traversing until this point, so miniature in fact that Killia has issues standing upright. Another difference is that here there is no illumination, the farther reaches of the miniature corridor are shrouded in darkness, the walls are bare. Yet there is enough space for two people to be next to one another and soon the brute places the wounded one inside, giving her a place to recover.
A day passes.
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