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Too simple. The lost playing dead were easily chopped beneath her blade, their death throes music to her ears. She was even mildly disappointed they made it so easy. Lost Thralls were nothing, if not predictable. Once you learned of their tricks, spotting the truly dead ones were easy. Things however, were not so easy for long. Bridget audibly growled as Diamond tossed a rock towards the vestige.

[color=ec008c]"What the hell are you-!"[/color]

She didn't have time to be angry at her current partner. As soon as the Grime Slime dropped from the ceiling, a loud hissing could be heard filling the darkness. Lost Thralls began rousing from their deceitful slumber, eager to find new revenants to contend with. Five that she could see, but there would undoubtedly be more coming. They needed to end this swiftly and quickly. Thralls weren't a threat individually, but if you got swarmed, then you weren't making it out alive.

[color=ec008c]"Grrraaah!"[/color] Stomping her foot on the ground, Bridget activated 'Rallying Howl' and locked eyes with one of the lost rising. She wasn't going to let these fools get the best of her. As soon as she was within range, she'd slam the edge of her corroded sword into the creature, following it up with a second strike immediately after before moving to the next nearest thrall, seemingly caring little for any sort of defense.