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As the skull of the wretched creature gave way, Isidore grinded his sole into the slurry of brain matter and bone fragments for good measure before scraping his shoe against the floor. It left a grisly trail, but he didn’t mind so much. Augusta, showing more gumption than what he’d have expected out of such a fine lady, was the one to break off the creature’s fingers one by one, wrestling the sword out of its deadman’s grasp. Either the two of them were of the same ‘breed’ as himself, or the Goddess had done something to their minds to grant them tolerance towards such things.

Or perhaps video games have just become so graphic that such scenes as a creature with a caved-in skull is no longer worth commenting on? Isidore wouldn’t know.

[b]“I’ve had practice,”[/b] he said, tilting his head in Nick’s direction. Picking up the chain that he threw, the man looped it around his left arm for the time being. There was a slight pressure from the constriction of the links against his flesh, but the sensation seemed muted too. His heart beat, but what blood did he bleed? Isidore closed his eyes, listening for that overweight warden who had failed so terribly at his job. Only silence now, however, and an obvious entrance in sight. “We leave then,” Isidore said. He extended out a hand towards Augusta, palm up. [b]“If neither of you have a strong desire towards this sword, I will claim it then.”[/b]

Whether she changed her mind and decided to keep it for herself anyways or handed the sword over, Isidore wouldn’t wait too long. Through the archway, he could see both daylight and snowfall, opening up into what appeared to be a courtyard, and he strode on out, expecting the others to follow. The snow was a bit of a blessing, allowing him to scrape away the last bits of viscera that clung to his shoe, and it was promising too, that there were no tracks indicating the presence of something larger than perhaps a cat. Before the prison that they had just exited was a wall, while off to the left was another building built in the same fashion as the prison. It was the chunks of chunks of stone partially submerged in dirt and stone that caught his attention though, looking to predate the edifices surrounding them.

Approaching the cluster, Isidore brushed away some of the snow to reveal the carvings underneath. He motioned for Augusta.

[b]“Do your eyes glean anything from these patterns?”[/b]