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Harnessing what little time you have left from the looks of things, you take a few long strides towards the way you came… but not before pausing to glance over your shoulder at One-Hand.
Yea, you reply with a stoic nod, buckle <span class="mu-i">up</span>: you’re going to <span class="mu-s">WAR</span> with this Antonio guy…
A muffled gasp leaves the single-handed sorcerer’s lips as you continue your climb up the tunnel–fading away in front of them probably wouldn’t do wonders for your cover! Your brisk walk becomes a jog as you leave the cultists in your proverbial dust as you feel the cavern bend and flex around you like a stalagmite-covered booger! J-just gotta get a little fur-<span class="mu-s">OOF!</span>
“Whoops, sorry!”
Crashing into another cultist hastily hurrying into the hideout, you thankfully avoid falling over when your face catches one of the rough-hewn cavern walls! Ow!
“Hey, help me out here, wouldja?” Helping you steady yourself, the tardy tunnelrunner gives you a wide-eyed once over as you come to the same conclusion he has:
“H-hey!” Remarks the freckled Gnok with a sheepish snicker, “Brown eyes… big freckles… ha! I’m <span class="mu-i">beside</span> mysel-”
His realization and stupid joke are both deftly parried by the unexpected arrival of the Haymaker Express at ‘His Face Station’! Laying him out like a fancy rug, you shake the fresh ache out of your knuck as you fee oursel begin to, well, nt be…
The last thing you hear is a dull snore leaving the latecomer’s lips!
Your next teleportation trip lasts a whole lot shorter… good thing, too–any more warping and you’ll be teleporting your lunch out of your stomach!
“<span class="mu-s">CHANGE ME BACK!</span>”
Tossed onto Umberal’s now somewhat familiar warmish, slick pavement like a candy bar wrapper, you breathe an inward sigh of relief as you find yourself deposited in front of your two favorite mages!
… Not that there’s a huge pool of them to choose from, of course.
“Ah,” Oti remarks, a flicker in his eyes seemingly welcoming your interruption, “You’re back.”
<span class="mu-i">BACK!?</span> you sputter indignantly as you scramble to your feet, not for lack of trying! Why the hell did you even leave in the first place!?
“Residual magic from the hasty teleportation coupled with your degrading glamour, if I had to guess,” The Chytree observes as his fuzzy counterpart continues to fume at his side, “... Oh right, I <span class="mu-i">don’t</span>. I know that that’s precisely what happened.”
You’re <span class="mu-i">touched</span> by how concerned he is.
“I don’t detect any lingering warp on your person,” He remarks like a dentist after a checkup, “And judging by the distinct lack of screaming, hissing, and/or gurgling you appear to be in one piece.” His head cocks to the side like a crooked neon light. “Am I wrong?”
>CONTD.
