Chapter 11
(Creamy or crunchy?)
Jarow and Norruf stood side by side in front of the enormous door leading to the grand hall where Boklojif lived. Its overbearing size and lack of any opening mechanism made it a truly imposing barrier. Xinpo had returned to his key form and sat in Jarow's hand, ready to activate his ability.
“So I just poke you to the door?” Jarow asked.
“I am not sure 'poke' is the right word, but yes. I will activate Passe-partout once I am in contact,” Xinpo replied.
This was the first time she had used Xinpo in this way, and for some reason, it felt strange to her. As a dagger she felt his form comforting and useful, as a key he now felt somewhat awkward in her hand, yet still powerful somehow.
“Are you sure you don’t want to level up first?” Jarow asked her key companion again. She had already offered on multiple occasions to assist in Xinpo’s leveling by stabbing herself to feed his absorption skill in order to level.
Xinpo had answered this question in the negative each time. He had moved somewhat closer to his next level already by absorbing Jarow’s blood, but would require several more similar inflictions in order to level up again, and he didn’t want Jarow to have to suffer the pain of inflicting the damage required.
Xinpo’s absorption skill was at forty-one out of a total of one hundred and fifty required to reach his next level. While the thought was tempting, he felt it would be more beneficial both to himself as well as Jarow if he were to gather the required biological material in another fashion. He inherently felt that the more diverse the materials absorbed, the better his gains would be upon leveling. He also didn’t want Jarow to keep inflicting damage to her body.
He tried to explain his absorption needs to her using food as a reference. “If you ate only one thing all your life, you would not gain the vitamins and minerals needed to grow properly.” The simple analogy was easy for her to understand, but she still questioned his choice, due to her desire to assist in his growth.
Finally, before she could change her mind and return to swinging her sword or preparing more, rather than moving forward and facing Boklojif, Jarow’s hand moved forward and touched the tip of the key to the door. Upon touching the wooden structure, Xinpo vibrated momentarily, and a dark purple light shot out from the tip of the key, streaming vertically, two lines forming, one moving in each direction, up and down.
The light moved up along the wood to a spot just above Jarow’s height, then split. The light that had moved downward met the bottom edge of the door and also split. Four pinpoints of light moved sideways, leaving trails of light in their wake. They moved to create a six-foot-wide separation between the sides, then turned again. The lights at the bottom moved up, and the ones at the top angled downward. They met in the middle, and the entire square flashed. The door formed from Xinpo’s light materialized and changed, morphing into a swirling mass of blacks, purples, and grays.
This was indeed different from the door that Norruf's key created. The Latchkey skill used the same door, forming a new smaller opening with its hinges made of the magical light substance his key produced. On the other hand, the Passe-partout ability initially acted in a similar fashion, but this darkened swirling portal was completely distinct from the wood of the door. It appeared less like a hardened material and more like a lack of substance, with dark colors floating within the void.
They stood in awe, staring at the portal. Jarow’s hand came up and lightly touched what she believed was the surface. It was cool and smooth but not totally solid, feeling like polished granite, but with a strange elasticity to it. As she watched with her hand resting on the surface of the swirling depths of the new portal, the colors slowly moved within the darkness.
“That is definitely a different ability,” Norruf mumbled, slack-jawed.
Jarow could feel the familiar itchiness at the back of her head and knew Xinpo was thinking about something. “Is something wrong?” she asked her friend.
“I can sense multiple paths beyond this door. It feels like they are changing,” he began and tried to explain. “It is as if the other side of the door is not only located in the great hall but also in many other places as well. Places I am unfamiliar with and cannott quite understand.”
Xinpo stopped explaining for a moment. The itchiness intensified, though. Jarow looked down at Norruf. “Xinpo is trying to figure something out about the door, but I wanted to double-check that you are ready for this.”
The small white furry Quigza nodded his head and gripped his halberd tightly. He had rarely had the chance to use his key-weapon in this form on an actual living target. Like Jarow, he possessed internal knowledge of how best to wield the long axe/spear and had honed his ability throughout the centuries. However, using it against a foe, especially one as dangerous as Boklojif, was a rare occurrence for him. "Ready," he said, not entirely sure if he was lying to himself as much as Jarow.
Jarow looked back up and was about to give the door a push when Xinpo returned from his thoughts. “You know how I told you there was something else to this ability, suzerain? I still don’t quite understand, but I believe the power should allow us to open a door to another place.”
That piqued Jarow's interest. “Go on.”
“I cannot explain further than that, suzerain, but I believe it is imperative we both level up during this fight.”
“So this portal only leads into the great hall, then?” Jarow asked.
“Yes, suzerain. At the moment, its only destination is the great hall, unfortunately.”
Jarow felt Xinpo take his dagger form while still in her hand. She nodded, and a smirk turned up one side of her mouth. “Then let’s kick some Boklojif ass!”
Steeling her nerves, Jarow pressed her hand further into the portal. She could feel her fingertips break through the film-like surface, and then the world went black. Rather than having to physically step through to the other side, her body felt like it was momentarily being stretched and separated. The next thing she knew, her vision returned, and she stood on a familiar tiled floor, the great hall spread out before her.
The experience was disconcerting mentally, but other than a slight tingling, she felt perfectly fine physically. From behind her, a small vibration could be felt as Noruff appeared at her back. They had made the leap of faith and entered Xinpo’s portal; now the real fight was going to start.
Jarow looked ahead and could see the long hall with its brass columns stretch out before her. She could see the pink fairy sitting atop a mound of blue denim, the tarp from before missing this time as they entered. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to traverse the distance in time to surprise the monster, she decided instead to bring the monster here and began by starting a commotion.
“Hey, Boxoshit! We want out. Show us the door or we’re gonna make a new one with your face!” Jarow screamed.
It wasn’t her best trash talk. Actually, it was her first attempt, so technically, it was her best—at least that she could remember. She chided herself, “I should have put more thought into that beforehand.” But the idea had come to her at the last moment, so she decided not to be too critical of it.
It did achieve its purpose, though. The large lump of denim-covered flesh opened its eye and looked in their direction as the silly pink fairy flew up from her nest atop it. Even from this distance, Jarow could see Jif’s vicious, toothy smile gleaming across her face.
Jarow strode forward, appearing in her imagination as the most badass swordmaster around. Her right hand held Shiarra, the long sword which she rested on her shoulder. Her left hand held Xinpo’s silvery dagger form that she spun back and forth using the spinner in the pommel of the dagger.
A shrill, high-pitched laughter emanated from the evil fairy, who now hovered several feet above the ground. "You think you can just waltz in here and make threats? You've got some huge balls on you, lady."
Boklo grunted loudly and yawned, casually moving to a sitting position. His enormous eye blinked away the sleep. Jif flitted around Boklo's head, whispering into his ear. The sound was too low for Jarow to hear, but the giant eye's expression changed from sleepy to hungry. The monster's mouth, though small for its head, widened into a smile, revealing sharp yellow teeth.
The change in its eye caught Jarow off guard. She didn't halt her nonchalant stride, but her grip on Xinpo faltered slightly, forcing her to reflexively grab the dagger before it fell to the floor. Her hand sliced open a little from the move, but the blood was quickly absorbed before anyone else could notice.
The giant cyclops half-leaped, half-pushed off from the ground using his overly long ape-like arms, and was on its feet in an instant. The move was surprisingly fast for the creature's size and caused a small electrical pulse of fear to run up Jarow’s spine.
Jif floated higher and sat herself upon Boklo’s shoulder where she resumed her blood-curdling laughter and pointed at the intruders.
Jarow was well aware of Boklo's immense size, but she had hoped that her previous perception, influenced by her much smaller elven body, had skewed the reality of the monster’s size. She had hoped that her new Orc body would compensate for the difference, at least to some extent. However, now seeing Boklojif in his fully erect stature, she realized that her head would still only reach up to its chest, shattering those hopeful expectations. Despite this, an encouraging image flashed in her mind, a vision of her sword slicing through the monster's stomach, and its guts spilling out. The thought brought a sense of satisfaction and served as the inspiration she needed. She smiled and mused, "Naw, I am just the right size."
“Keep wary, suzerain. We have not seen much of what this monstrosity can actually do,” Xinpo warned her.
In her periphery, she saw Norruf scuttling off to hide behind a column. He wouldn't be able to do much of the fighting, but he needed to be here and ready to run: either back out the door they had just come from or through the exit with Jarow and Xinpo; that was the plan, at least.
Close to the halfway point between the end of the hall and the monster, Jarow stopped walking and took her stance. “Come on, big boy,” she called out.
Boklo made a strange noise, which Jarow presumed was a laugh, and began to advance. It took two humongous bouncy steps and covered almost half the distance between them. Then it jumped, for real, not just a simple hop, but a mighty leap.
The gigantic cyclops soared into the air, its head narrowly avoiding scraping the ceiling. Its leap carried it forward, covering the distance between itself and Jarow in seconds. The sudden agility of such a massive creature caught Jarow off guard; she never would have imagined something so large could move and jump with such speed. Reacting just in time, she dove to the side and rolled away, narrowly avoiding being crushed underneath the giant paws of the cycloptic gorilla monster.
Boklo came down upon the tile with earth-cracking force. A ripple moved outward from the impact, throwing Jarow into the air. She saw the ground several feet underneath her and twisted her body to brace for impact. Somehow, she landed on her feet, but the momentum toppled her over again and sent her sliding on her backside several feet before coming to a painful stop.
“Ow,” she said as she regained her bearings. The tumble had done much less damage to her than she had thought it would. She rolled backward and regained her footing in a dexterous move she could hardly believe she was capable of. The feats of grace and strength this body could perform still amazed her. Once she steadied herself fully, she began running directly at Boklo. “My turn!” she growled.
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She activated Berserk as she ran forward. A heat entered her body, similar to the bloodlust she had felt before, but this time there was an extra ferocity to it. Her vision instantly turned red, and her muscles seemed to grow. She lost all but her basest instinct to fight as the ability took hold, her body now consumed in rage. "Now is when the fight truly begins," she thought before giving herself over completely to the battle madness.
The leap he had just performed took Boklo a few moments to recover from as well. The radiating waves took the creature some time to mitigate and readjust to. That was how Jarow was able to cover the distance between them and score a deep slash to its left arm before it could fully recover. She ran up quicker than Boklo could prepare for, sliced through the meat of his left arm, then kept running, creating some distance between them once again.
An ear-piercing roar escaped the cyclops's mouth. The fairy, floating near its head, zoomed down and raked at Jarow’s arm, retaliating with a mirror to the wound Jarow had just scored on Boklo.
Jarow slashed out at the fairy with her dagger but missed. Jif flew up and remained hovering to Jarow’s side. They now had her flanked, and her instincts told her the battle had become much more interesting.
“Suzerain, I can alert you to the fairy’s movements; keep your focus on the large creature,” Xinpo said in a desperate hope that Jarow would be able to hear her through the fog of war which seemed to cover her mind to Xinpo’s senses.
While consciously Jarow trusted her companion, the rage within her didn’t pay attention to what Xinpo had said, instead aiming her focus back onto the cyclops out of instinct rather than outside influence.
She had scored first blood. The cyclops’ attention was drawn to the wound. Jarow didn’t care that it had been a long time since it had seen its own blood; to her instinctual mind, it meant another opening for her to take advantage of.
Jarow ran at the beast again. She leapt up and cocked her arms back to swing a mighty slice deep into the monster’s opposite arm, but the massive cyclops lifted his hand at the last second and pushed her away with seeming ease. Her blade scoring only a small cut to the monster’s hand.
To Boklo, it was a push. To Jarow, it was like hitting a brick wall and then being thrown off of it in the opposite direction. She hit the floor in a heap and skidded to a stop yards from where she had been, but without hesitation, she leapt back to her feet. Purple bruises began forming on her cheek and arms, but the pain was unfelt while in her berserker rage. She spit a tooth to the side and prepared for her next attack run.
Now free from the stun of seeing its own blood, Boklo looked at Jarow and roared.
You have resisted: [ Fear ] debuff.
This time, she didn’t cower; the debuff was easily burned away by the fire coursing through her veins. She didn’t start running away; in fact, she began once again to advance. She could see the large eye widen when the debuff didn’t take effect, and she took the moment of the monster's own fear as another opening to exploit. Jarow sprinted forward and leapt once again.
Boklo lifted his left arm up in time to block Jarow’s downward chop, but she scored a long deep cut along its wrist. This one was closer to the hand than the one on its left arm. Blood sprayed from the cut and stained her skin but was almost instantly absorbed by Xinpo.
“How can you cut him?” The fairy squealed from behind her head.
“She is behind you!” Xinpo screamed into Jarow’s impenetrable mind. Jarow didn’t hear the warning but spun around out of reflex. At the same time, she brought the dagger up and extended her arm in a vicious slice.
The fairy flew right into the outstretched dagger. The blade scored a deep slash on the fairy’s abdomen, and she began screaming in pain.
“Oh my!” Xinpo said almost orgasmically into Jarow’s mind. “You need to get me some more of that.”
The pure unusualness and hilarity of Xinpo’s obvious pleasure at the fairy’s blood caused a small crack to form within Jarow’s rage-filled brain. A small glimpse of who she truly was, not the monster of bloodlust and ferocity she turned into upon activating the Berserk ability.
That small part allowed Jarow to finally acknowledge Xinpo and what was happening around her. She still had no active control over her body, but she could at least see through her eyes and speak to Xinpo in a coherent fashion.
“That was some good shit, huh?” she said telepathically to Xinpo, who was still reeling from the flavor of the fairy’s blood.
“You have no idea. And the absorption rate is crazy,” Xinpo replied.
Jarow watched the battle still raging between herself and Boklo, so didn't pay a lot of attention to the absorption rate of fairy blood. Instead, she felt her base mind contemplating her next move. She had assumed her body was moving on pure instinct and was surprised to find that in a very quick and efficient way, her brain was making calculations and evaluations of different scenarios. She was contemplating throwing Xinpo at Boklo. She saw an image of the dagger sticking in its flesh; this would allow both Xinpo’s added feeding as well as freeing up her hand to more powerfully swing the large sword.
Unfortunately Boklo wasn’t distracted enough to allow Jarow to throw Xinpo or make another slice at him. Instead the huge creature faked a grapple with his right hand while at the same time swept out with its left hand in a hook style punch.
Jarow jumped to avoid the large fist but was unable to dodge the second hand in time. The huge left fist impacted Jarow. Although it would have been difficult for the monster to miss her since its fist was roughly half her size anyway.
She saw it coming, though, and at the last second crossed her blades in front of her, blocking some of the impact and slicing through the skin of the fingers. It was too little, too late, though, and Jarow went flying backward.
She was in midair for a good twenty yards and saw her body fly past Jif, the fairy’s drool streaming from her upturned lips, as she dodged backward to avoid being hit by Jarow, playing her part as a projectile.
While in the air, things seemed to move in slow motion. Jarow was even able to think coherently for a few moments. It was as if, since there was nothing her primal mind could do in this scenario, that she was free to use her mind’s higher functions.
In this moment of clarity, she heard Xinpo distractedly rambling, "Boklo’s blood isn’t bad either, but Jif is better."
For some unknown and strange reason, she felt the urge to call Boklo "Skippy," but the feeling quickly passed as she felt her body impact the floor once again.
This landing was harder than the previous ones, and Jarow could feel her body screaming out in pain, yet it was distant, and her primal mind seemed not to hear the cries of pain at all.
It wasn’t with as much style and speed as before, but Jarow rolled backwards once again and shakily got to her feet. Blood seeped from her body in several locations, but was immediately absorbed by Xinpo.
Once standing again, Jarow heard her instincts telling her body to get to a place where the giant wouldn’t be able to use his size to his advantage, that she was too exposed out here in the open.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the fluffy white fur of Norruf. He stood behind a pillar watching the battle. He held his spear as if ready to strike, but luckily hadn’t made a move.
It dawned on her then, like a bright flash emanating from the depths of her mind. The columns were spaced only about six feet apart; she could use them to act as a buffer between herself and Skippy. (Did her base mind just call the monster Skippy too?)
As if to goad the monster into chasing, Jarow heard her mouth yelling at the cycloptic monstrosity. “Is that all you got, chunky?”
“To your left,” she heard Xinpo warn.
This time it seemed as though her base instincts had paid attention as well, and Jarow felt herself jump to her right and swung out again with Xinpo. The fairy dodged and took a swipe at the dagger.
“I believe she was attempting to disarm you, suzerain.”
That made sense to Jarow, and she could sense her instincts felt the same way. “The evil fairy couldn’t know about Xinpo, could she?” Jarow wondered as her body reflexively dodged.
Boklo roared again, this time just a normal loud sound without the magic behind it to attempt the debuff. Then the monster started to charge at Jarow.
This was the result her base mind had wanted, apparently. Her body dashed away to the side and ran until it skidded along the floor, sliding along the tiles on one leg and cheek. Jarow saw the huge fist of the monster close right where she would have been if she had not slid underneath, just missing in its attempt to grab her.
Her body quickly stood back up and continued to run for the columns after avoiding Boklo’s closing fist.
The cyclops took chase, and the fairy darted ahead.
“What do you think you are going to…” Jif began to speak, but Jarow jumped up and took a swing at the pink winged evil-fairy, barely missing.
Jif screamed some strange obscenity that Jarow didn’t understand and zipped off to the side.
“You can’t win!” came the shrill scream from the fairy as she moved off. “You may as well just die like everyone else.”
Jarow couldn’t help herself, and her body allowed the comeback. “Done that. Thought I’d give this a try,” she yelled as she ran to the nearest column. She stopped before actually rounding it and held her blades in a defensive stance. “Getting scared?” She goaded Boklojif.
Just as she’d hoped, Boklo began charging faster towards her. As it neared, she spun and dove backward, but didn’t make it as far as she’d wanted to. Her backside was easy to slide on, but apparently, boobs bounced better than they slid, so her progress stopped before she gained the safety she’d needed.
The cyclops couldn’t fully stop before slamming bodily into the columns, so it smashed down with both fists as it crashed into the brass obelisk where Jarow had stood. Shrapnel shot into her legs from the shattered column, and the shockwave from Boklo’s impact threw her up in the air yet again.
She was beginning to feel like she was fighting on a bouncy floor rather than tiled stone.
She came back down on the floor hard and heard snaps come from inside her own body. For the first time in the fight, she felt it necessary to look at her HP bar. She knew there had been some damage from earlier, but this attack had cost her nearly half of her remaining health.
She felt her body keenly now as it scrambled to gain footing. At the same time, she felt her healing spell cast, and the glowing warmth of the silvery liquid-light blossomed to life at her fingertips.
She pressed her hand to her leg and felt the familiar tickling spread over and inside her body. Not for the first time, she wondered why the spell would feel ticklish, the sensation made her squirm even though her primal mind was still in control.
She belatedly managed to duck behind the next column over.
Boklo had taken a hit from the shattering column, and was temporarily stunned. Jarow’s plan had been to run headlong into the monster as it recovered, but unfortunately, her breast malfunction prevented her from scoring a good hit.
Her higher mind noticed that the brass columns were not actually brass, but some type of stone or masonry which had been colored to look like brass. This explained why the column had broken rather than bending upon Boklo’s impact.
“Behind! Above!” came the alarmed voice of Xinpo. Jarow ducked, belatedly sticking her dagger hand upward. She missed the fairy, but to Jarow’s surprise, Boklo followed the fairy’s attack pass with a downward slap.
The heavy hand fell directly down upon Jarow, and she felt the weight of the hand bear down on her as she was knocked to the floor in an attempt to be smooshed by the overly large ape.
The large hand withdrew quickly, though, since Jarow had lodged Xinpo well inside the monster’s palm. “OWWW!” Boklo bellowed and stared at his palm. Where the monster expected to see blood, there was only a small silver sliver sticking out.
As it moved to pull the sharp, pokey thing out of his hand, Jarow took her opportunity to strike again.
Jarow had the wind knocked out of her, but her base mind knew she needed to move and act while she still could. If she were going to get out of here alive, then this body was most likely the best one she would ever get for this fight. She doubted she’d get lucky enough to get a giant or something else that might be more equal to Boklo’s size and strength. Her body began to stand even while gasping for air and still being unable to inhale properly.
She observed the monster’s attention squarely fixed on its hand, its eye attempting to gauge how to remove the painful sliver. Her body, seemingly independent of her conscious control, moved forward, skillfully navigating the debris and ducking under Boklo’s arm as it reached to extract Xinpo with its other hand.
Emerging quickly below the cyclops’s line of sight, Jarow activated Power Blow. A red light extended from her shoulders to her fingertips, engulfing her entire arms, and she could feel a vibration of energy entering the blade. With a trail of red light appearing before her, guiding her on, she saw exactly where to swing the sword for maximum damage.
And swing she did. Utilizing both hands and channeling all the power she could muster, Jarow witnessed, as if in slow motion, the blade following the designated path and precisely striking Boklo’s midsection. It bit deep into the denim-covered stomach of the beast.
She sensed the excitement and rage held within the blade as it effortlessly and eagerly cut through the flesh and denim. This was much more than a flesh wound like the others had been. This cut went deep, penetrating and sliding through the meat and intestines of Boklo like a scalpel through warm lard.
Jarow felt her arms follow through, the lighted pathway showing her the way to get out as well. Her body cleared the monster's gut, then jumped away at an angle. Still in a sense of slow motion, she witnessed the pain and realization register on the giant’s face as it tilted its head down and watched the crimson stain bloom across its abdomen. The look of disbelief followed by horror at seeing his own internal organs spilling out was priceless.
Jarow could feel the glee emanating from the sword in her hands as she landed upon the tiled floor once more. She stood for a brief moment before a wave of incredible weakness passed through her, then as suddenly as it had come on, the Berserk skill ended, and Jarow instantly fell forward onto her face.
A red window appeared in her vision. It held only one word, but her entire view was tinted red. The word stamped in the window was [ Fatigued ]. She had scored what she hoped was the killing blow, because her ability's time had just run out and she had no more to give.
As she thought back to the description, she realized what the word in her view meant: she was going to be unable to move for a full minute, then only be left with one hitpoint. Fear of imminent death engulfed her as she heard Jif scream in malice and pain from somewhere nearby.
Second later, Jarow felt the fairy’s claws penetrate her back. An incoherent scream reverberated through the chamber as the evil fairy began to rip into Jarow's flesh with her long sharp claws.
“NO! NO! NO! You can’t. NO!” The fairy cried, directing her anger at Jarow. Her claws ripped, and she bit down on Jarow’s shoulder.
Jarow could do nothing but lie there and await her debuff to end; she clearly felt each tear and slice of the fairy’s long sharp claws as they tore into her skin.
Through the crying and rage-filled clawing, Jarow could hear Boklo wheezing and falling to the floor. She could smell the reek of death coming from the open intestines as the air wafted past her from his toppling over.
When Jarow had read the description of the [ Fatigued ] debuff, she had assumed she would have one HP, and that as soon as someone so much as sneezed on her she would be gone, but apparently, the debuff was even more insidious than that. She continued to feel her skin being ripped off. She could feel the mad fairy’s teeth as they sank into her shoulder. The description said she’d remain at one HP for a minute and be immune to healing, but she never would have guessed she’d be immune to taking damage as well.
Jarow was forced to lay there and be torn apart for the one hundred second minute without being able to move, heal, or be free of the pain, in fact it felt as though her body had just been thrown into a blender to become an Orc smoothie.
As the timer of the debuff began to reach half way Jarow could tell that darkness was beginning to close in around her vision. She saw her HP bar flashing a brilliant red, a single barely visible sliver remaining, the flashes beat in time with the countdown timer for the debuff. She attempted to cast Minior Heal, but knew nothing would happen.
Then Jarow heard a barking growl come from somewhere. The sound was familiar but her mind wasn’t in a place where she could remember a lot, so she couldn’t resolve from where the sound might have come from.
The weight of the Fairy suddenly shifted, or more accurately was drawn away rapidly from her back, the fierce growl following in its wake.
Jarow was barely conscious, barely alive enough to understand what had just happened, but from the darkened corner of her eye she saw a fuzzy white face appear. “Jarow, we did it. They are dead.” Norruf softly spoke to her.
Jarow felt her face move, her cheeks rise and her lips spread. She couldn’t be sure what her face looked like, since it felt like it was more custard than flesh, but she hoped the smile she gave Waggy was something pleasant rather than gruesome.
The damage she sustained was just too much, and as the timer reached zero, it no longer mattered. Even if she could heal herself, the additional damage Jif had done to her was easily more than she could heal, not to mention all the other damage she’d taken from the fight.
Her last thought was that she was glad Norruf was safe. She attempted to tell her friend one last thing before the darkness closed in completely. The timer hit zero and she spoke as quickly and loudly as she could, but wasn’t sure if she was heard at all. “I’m glad you’re…” The blackness closed in and overtook her before she could finish.
You have died, again! Good job though.
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