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[center]Word Count: 629 [/center]

[center][color=00aeef][b]Level 5[/b] [/color] - (99/50) + 1[/center]

[center]Location: The Lady's Chambers [/center] 

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Glenn wasn't dead.

This wasn't optimism on Link's part, nor was it based on ay sort of logical observation. For Link's sake, for Ms. Fortune, for Ace's, for the sake of keeping his composure, it was a simple fact. A [i]necessity[/i]. The alternative was not something he could consider in the moment if he intended to live and so, like cutting off a gangrenous limb before it could poison the rest of the body, his mind shut it out. 

It also, unfortunately, meant that just sneaking by the creature also wasn't an option for him. Glenn was in there. They had to kill it. That would get Glenn back. Like killing The Lady and taking back whatever she had stolen from the kid would bring him back, like freeing the familiar crocodile would get him back. They just had to get everybody back. He could this time, just like Sakura and the girls. The only question was how. 

So he crouched there inside one of the rooms wardrobes, peering out through a crack in the door at the red demon as it slithered about the room searching for them. He couldn't just stab it, not if he didn't want to end up joining Glenn in it's belly. His eye trailed along with it until it passed by the wardrobe from before, the really big one next to the busted mirror. The one where the floor had creaked ominously when even Ms. Fortune's slight frame tread on it. He wondered how it would fair when put up against something with a bit more meat?

Link slowly opened the door, placing his foot silently on the floor, and softly shut it as he grouched down. It was big, but that crimson light that came out of its "mouth" made it easy to tell where the monster was looking at any given time as he snuck his way across the room to where he needed to be. He knew he had reached the right place when a [i]CREAAAAK[/i] that was, to his ears, about as loud as a thunderclap sounded out across the room. Even if the monster hadn't heard that it definitely heard the shrill whistle Link followed it with. The thing rounded on him like a prodded viper, and he stepped back despite the welcoming expression on his face. He briefly considered that if this creature chose to use its claws or that whiplike tail on him instead of trying to swallow him whole this plan would never work, but there was no way it was going to do that. This was The Maw. Nothing at this place was ever sated. It would never be able to stop at just one! 

So it slithered up to him as he retreated, pressing his back up against the wardrobe with a thump. He grabbed onto the wooden frame, waited until he felt the suction start to drag him toward that flashing maw. "Butcher! Exotic Meat!" He called out.

The suction suddenly cut out as the butcher appeared, interposed between the boy and the monsters. Instantly the floor let out a strained groan, one that lead Link to jump out of the danger zone as Larry's eager charge was stopped. Strong as the man was he was still only human, and could never hope to budge a creature that could stand up even to the blows of an Umbran Witch. His head, however, did end up clogged in the creatures mouth hole. It was completely unprepared for an adult sized portion, and to his credit Larry did not give up the fight just yet. He wrapped his arms around its slender body and started giving it some backwards belly-to-belly version of the Heimlich maneuver in an attempt to free his head.