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[b]“Maybe somewhere out there even a devil may cry when he loses a loved one.”[/b]

[color=888888]— Billy[/color][/center]

[@ERode][@PlatinumSkink][@FamishedPants][@Crusader Lord]

Billy was strong, but he had run out of options. The flesh slug had missed its mark, and he couldn't really take a second direct hit from Mariette. While he was trying to dodge, both Hilaria and Sophia rushed him down. Hilaria's massive shield struck him in the back, forcing his club directly in line with the pirate's ax. With a single cut, the hood ornament fell in two. Between being heated by the laser and struck with a magical weapon. it couldn't stay together. The flesh worm expired on the spot.

[b]"What's this?"[/b] Billy dropped his club and caught the fragmented hood ornament in his hand. [b]"My angel! Where-"[/b] Billy swung his head up towards the sky. [b]"I say where the hell did the time go?"[/b] His magic was fading out of this world, and it was visible. The flesh slug deflated, his bone armor started to fall apart, but his eyes were still locked on the hood ornament. [b]"I don't understand. Back in the day everyone wanted a ride. Everybody wanted to be seen in Billy's Cadillac. What ever happened to those days."[/b] Billy stood up. [b]"Did I get enough leather? Was it enough to restore my baby?"[/b] He dropped the fragments. [b]"It doesn't matter anymore."[/b]

Amaryllis's advance was delayed, since she was hit by Billy's bony fingers. But the dejected lich wasn't going anywhere. The last of his being faded away in the maw of the sword. 

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[b]”!”[/b]

[color=888888]— Nuncio[/color][/center]

[b]"Seems I was late to the party."[/b] Nuncio spoke as calmly as he could, but he was watching a bleeding, half naked woman's sword devour a bone monster of some sort. He reached out for the white tiger that stood by his side. [b]"Are ya still fightin? Dame's not gunna go wild and attack us right?"[/b]

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[b]“I have nothing to say.”[/b]

[color=888888]— Feral[/color][/center]

[@FamishedPants][@Ariamis]

So Emily and Lupa were friends.

Feral could feel the moment Endsinger expired. It was a shame, it wanted to be the thing that ended her, but more pressing was that the spirits were starting to leave. Not just the spirits, they were taking their grudges with them. Feral would have limited time to act. It would be tempting to try and jump Emily right now. She was vulnerable, if a bit guarded. Feral was sure that it and its double would be enough to overpower Emily, but where was the pleasure in that? Feral knew that with the fleeting grudges, it would not be able to fight Helga and win. So Feral would retreat for now. With a gasp, Lupa would sink to her knees and return to her original shape. There would be other opportunities.

Not for the Feral clones however.

The one behind Lupa rushed off to join its companions around Endsinger's corpse. They knew enough not to enter the null field, but were ready to attack anything and everything that left it. They were no different than hungry piranhas, and would sacrifice themselves for a drop of blood. The clock was ticking after all.