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[i]The monster had wanted to strangle Satori, but we don't all get what we want. It had apparently given up strategy, but looks can be deceiving. Its anger was harsh, but revenge would taste mellow. It had sacrificed a few pawns to take the queen. Not that Satori knew. She thought that she had finally made it flip the board.
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[b]The game was still on.[/b]

[i]As long as Satori had blood, she would be in trouble. If that blood flowed, she'd be screwed outright.
Several things would become clear at once as they occurred, but the old monster's ploy was already in its final stages. Its eyes had ceased their glow. They now gleamed only with a dull malice, wet black marbles in which a burning forest was smugly reflected.

First, the fundamentals. Satori probably needed her brain. The pressure of the blood in her neck all being forced upwards would make her skull feel like an overweight balloon. She might not have needed oxygen in her blood, but how many arteries in her brain could pop before she forgot how to do math?

But that was small potatoes. Strangulation was only a hopeful proxy. What the Magna Pater had \really\ wanted was to hold her in place for just a moment. It got its wish. 

The first thing that Satori would really notice would be how heavy her hammer had become. It would feel as though the whole monster were stuck to...
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[b]*The hammer smashing down on the monster's arm. That impossibly sticky slime coating the head. The side of the hammer making inevitable contact with the monster's gooey shoulder as it met the end of its momentum. Anything that met the monster, no matter how harshly, would become stuck to it.*[/b]

[i]Whilst Satori was restrained, she'd be able to realise that the Magna Pater was literally at her feet and she couldn't get away, not until the tail had been severed, which by then would be too late. She might even turn her wings into meat cleavers to hack the tail off more quickly, but the Magna Pater had the advantage of initiative and timing in this situation. It had planned it.

Its right claw would easily be able to catch and close around her left calf at this range, leaving her entirely unable to stop the horror's bright red tongue from shooting out like a slimy Jack In The Box to penetrate the inside of left thigh, stabbing into the femoral artery. It was going to be a hell of a lot harder to see that tongue coming than the slime throw from earlier. Drained like a juice box? That was what had happened to Nergal when he fought the monster.


But, Satori probably wouldn't be trapped for long. The tail could be diced, the hammer eventually wrenched free, the potential grip on her leg smashed. The question was, how important were Satori's bodily fluids to her?[/i]