>>23166545What is initially one Gible tailing your hide soon multiplies into a mob of unrelenting, hyperactive aggressors. Your quarter-half gain is strong, and it may have gotten you through a few jams in the past, but its power is outnumbered by the sheer strength in numbers they have.
"S-Shit, shitshitshitshitshitshit! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Get the hell away from me, you damn ankle-biters!" you exclaim in fright. The little shits don't even seem to be at all concerned for the destruction of their home (or "slave camp", so to speak), they only have eyes on you, you and your creamy ankles.
"D-DammitdammitdammitdammitDAMMIT!"
"GIIIIIBAAAAAAAA!"
One lucky Gible tottering right behind you takes the risk and daringly leaps into the air, jaws wide-open and foaming at the mouth. Your heart stops as you turn around and stares deep into the abyss of the Gible's throbbing throat, your life flashing before your eyes.
"Begone, defected CRETIN!"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RH_adANFSl8The scene stops.
The Gible freezes in mid-air, its face still slobbering, "G-G....Gibaa!"
Its face slowly cringes, wretching into one of agony in disgust. At that moment, time resumes and the little devil is flung to the side, defeated by a spot of nothin' personnel.
Grashglik briefly surveys the handiwork of his last-minute interception before snapping in your direction.
"I'll hold them off!" he declares, "There's no way you can handle them all! Continue onward, the hidden exit should be just up ahead, and despite the name I assure you that even a buffoon like you CAN'T miss it!"
"Here!" the penultimate action Grashglik takes is flinging a small object at you. Upon catching and observing it, you discover it to be the key to the Admin's keep.
"Take it, I haven't any use for it anymore! Now move!"
A) "Huh?! But what about you?!?!"
B) "What? No way, let me help you!"
C) "I'm sorry, no can do! A hero never leaves anyone behind!"
D) "Wha!? But that's suicide!"
