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Level 7: 29/70
Word Count: 904
Location: The Under
Points Gained: 2
NEW EXP balance--- Level 7: 31/70 [/center]
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	Jesse winced as the giant leg wailed its final horrible scream. Cleaved in twain! Blood everywhere. It was dead. They had won! Jesse faked a spin with her Service Weapon, and faked holstering it too, just for good measure.

	“Who the hell is Isaac, anyway?” Jesse asks the room, not really expecting an answer.

This place dropped its rewards, though Jesse wasn’t particularly interested in any of them. She certainly wasn’t going to put on those creepy high heels. As far as she was concerned, she had gotten lucky with her Sigil, and she wasn’t going to push it. 

	Seeing the hole to their next floor, Jesse just barely failed to suppress a childish giggle.

	“Oh, gross.” Jesse said, poking it with her foot. “Listen, before anyone does anything. I am capable of healing with a striker of mine. As long as you can stand in one place for a bit, the Healing Waters at your feet will heal most wounds.”

	It was Nadia who took the plunge first. Poor Nadia. Nobody asked her to do these things, but she did them anyway. “I hope you don’t start to resent us!” Jesse called down to her as Nadia descended.

	When Nadia gave the all clear, Jesse went second, dropping into the hole. As soon as she saw light, she slowed her descent with a low, quiet bassy sound. They really did look like some giant stomach. Grody. There were four more items, and some of them looked fairly innocuous. Others, not so much. Either way, she had already gotten her reward and was happy to let her teammates do as they wished.

	Only too late did she realize the pun of what she was looking at for the ghostly pepper. “Oh, Sectonia, I wouldn’t- Oh. Ooh. I’m sorry.” She said grimacing sympathetically. 

	There was a sigil, the type that Jesse recognized. “That one’s probably safe.” She said to the room. Ganondorf took it, and it made him big. That was it. Good for him! He seemed like the type of person to like being taller than most people, and now he could be taller than an even greater amount of the population. Personally, Jesse would probably bang her head on the top of many doorframes. 

	As soon as all four items were gathered, seven tough looking creatures ambushed them out of the blue. 

	[i]This really does remind me of the Hiss. At least I have other people to take the heat off me now. The only downside, and it’s a big one, is that they die sometimes. Nonetheless, not if I can help it.[/i]

	“Seven of us, seven of them. Easy money, people!” Jesse said encouragingly, drawing her Service Weapon.

	Out of the fleshy ground emerged some kind of grotesque skinless muppet named Mr. Fred. It smacked into Jesse’s thigh, its contact with her poisonous. She almost lost her balance. “Ow.”

	“Uh. Hey.” Jesse said as looked into its soulless, beady eyes. It responded by wrenching four attached Homunculi out of the ground, pale tumorous things about half Jesse’s height, all attached with skin cords to wherever the bottom half of Mr. Fred was. Almost immediately, her Sigil power activated, wrenching projectiles of mostly blood from the soft ground beneath her and splattering them into one of the Homonculi and Mr. Fred.

	Jesse evaded backwards, avoiding a burst of blood in the meanwhile. She plugged one of the Homunculi in the face with Grip, causing it to splatter and then ash. The rest of them couldn’t reach her due to their cords, which Mr. Fred promptly severed. That ended up sending more blood Jesse’s way, and then Mr. Fred burrowed back underground. Jesse floated into the air to avoid the small reach of the creatures and the blood spray. They glanced up at her just in time to get shattered with Shatter. From their ashen corpses Health crystals spawned and zipped into Jesse’s resonance, recuperating the damage she had just taken.

	Mr. Fred popped out of the ground and fired blood at her. Jesse sidestepped and returned fire, only for him to dig back under ground. This repeated once more before Jesse began charging up Pierce. When Mr. Fred emerged next, half of his face was blown off by a superheated psychic round, her gun spinning and cooling off.

	When it went to burrow back underground, she used Launch to rip the surface flesh off the ground and reveal the wounded creature. With Mr. Fred on death’s door, his Resonance weakend, Jesse reached out and found his essence with Launch. “Gotcha.”

	She plucked him from the earth like a wet radish. While he floundered in mid air, she clenched her fist and violently imploded him into a meatball. Dropped to the ground with a squelch, his corpse vanished into ash. Jesse regarded his loathsome spirit with a frown and nudged it away with her shoe. She couldn’t imagine herself using it as a Striker. She wanted to save room for something more useful, like Uncle Sven the Alchemist. 

	Omori let himself lose his cool, but Jesse guessed there was a little of that going around. 

	“See? Easy. If anyone’s scratched up, like I said I have Sven the alchemist as a striker for healing. At the very least, it’s refreshing.” Jesse said.

	“So, how do we get outta here?” She asked, looking and walking around. “The good news is, we aren’t being actively digested.”