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And just like that, the Orks were in full retreat, a sight that pleased Octolys greatly. More interesting by far, however, was the combat occurring between the mysterious swordswoman and the massive, mask-wearing amalgamation. It would seem the woman possessed considerable agility, augmented by potent hydrokinetic abilities. While clearly no match for the gargantuan creature in a straight up fight, the woman was able to employ her advantages to swiftly acquire the mask and make her equally swift escape. Yes, Octolys reflected, she would be a formidable opponent indeed, were they to cross paths. Yet, perhaps the best path would be one of [i]avoidance,[/i] allowing his foes to slaughter each other, while [i]he[/i] simply ascended a throne made of their pilled corpses once the last of them had fallen. Although the Orks had fled, the dark-matter Domiarch knew that it would only be a matter of time before the battle hungry creatures regrouped and returned with renewed fury. Thus, he resolved to be elsewhere before that sequence of events could fully transpire.

Setting into motion, Octolys began heading towards the labyrinthian prison’s rear wall, a destination chosen in response to the recent explosive shattering of the facility’s transparent-walled entrance. Under normal circumstances, such a development would offer a means of escape, yet it soon became quite apparent that this was yet another fiendish trap. Indeed, no sooner had the barrier been shattered, then a torrent of liquid had begun streaming through the ruptured portal to swiftly flood the multi-tiered prison’s lowest level. This latest danger was yet another reason why Octolys chose to remain upon the top level of his confinement block, although it also provided an opportunity. The more potential opponents that were swept away by the rising tide, the less opposition he would face when the time eventually came for battle to be joined…