Violet's crystal ball, alight with the flare of magical inspiration, sailed squarely into the first head, smashing into its face with a sickening crunch as whatever it was composed of grotesquely buckled from the force. It went limp, slumping to the ground like a wet towel the way the neck deflated to a thick meaty flap save for the remains of the skull.
[color=a0410d]"Mah! That wuz suh-[i]hertainly[/i] rude~!"[/color] the other head scolded with a snicker as the flaccid form of the first head began to wriggle and flap as if something was moving inside of it. The chuckles were cut short by a crossbow bolt sticking into its eye. "Wh-" Keepa started before violently trembling and thrashing about in jerky motions before grinding its face against the wall next to the door it emerged from and then slumped to the ground, presumably as a result of the poison taking hold. The multi-jointed arms of Keepa spilled out of the first head's mouth, reaching to grab at Walker before tasting the steel of his sword, neatly relieving the hands from wrists and elbows from arms with his expertly ready flourish. A black ichor spilled from the wounds as they followed the behavior of the head, leaving a trail of the material as it was quickly dragged back into the darkness that now enveloped the hall with enough force to dislodge Violet's crystal ball.

At roughly the same moment Ruby's pistol went off, letting loose a glaring glint of force into the hall...and past it...
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What the flare illuminated was a swirling mass of dozens...hundreds...thousands...countless scores of heads much like the ones they'd struck down briefly flashed into existence as the flare sailed past them. Squirming and writhing among and between themselves like a cavernous mass of maggots, swiftly parting to let the shot continue on into their depths. The heads all turned to watch it before being lost in the darkness of their aura once more...and a haunting stillness came over the dungeon as the flare softly faded off into nothingness.

[color=a0410d]"Nawh...whay'd y'hafta go an do that?"[/color] Keepa's voice spoke up from the crumpled head Walker had shot, the mirth and pleasantries they once held, lost to this new tone. 

Disappointment.

[color=a0410d]"Y'all got no mannahs. Don'cha know ya ruin a good joke by [i]shoutin' out[/i] tha punchline?"[/color] The head inquired, turning to look at the group as the bolt was pulled into the darkness of Keepa's eye-hole. [color=a0410d]"Buh ifin its a [i]scrappin[/i] yer lookin' foh-"[/color] they cut off as their jaw dropped and 'coughed' the bolt back in Walker's direction with enough force to more of 'fire' it at him.
Two more heads emerged from the hall, mouths open unthinkably wide, both aiming to take chunks out of Ruby.
A series of hands reached from another cell, grabbing Kite by the ankles and yanking his feet out from under him to begin dragging them. Kite desperately slashed with their quasi-real weapon, severing the arms with a sizzling hiss of what sounded like flames on flesh as the appendages snapped back from the tension, leaving trails of steaming black icor and ash back to the cell.
One of the heads lunging at Ruby dipped low to slither past them, coiling through the group to belch a stream of the fetid substance onto Kite where he laid, now squirming as they feebly tried to shield themselves with their hands. They screamed, a baleful cry of an injured animal, in some kind of unknowable agony from whatever the substance was and whatever it was doing to them.
The head cackled from its success, content with their handling of what appeared to have been a threat before grinning down at Violet, opening its jaws in preparation to strike.