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As she was lifted to her feet, Tsubomi seemed to be able to stand. But the new earthquake and loss of strength in her leg made it so that Oros was doing the heavy lifting for her. She didn't respond before the giant fuckoff skeleton guy entered her sight. And with her slow thinking, she didn't even notice as its seeming pressure covered the area, leaving her almost totally unaffected by it, at least for now. 

More pressing were the weird bird guys. Were they friends of the apes? Enemies? Lovers? Something broke through her brain as her eardrums rattled. Oros was right. If there was a time to go back to normal, it would be now. Acid Drop pulled her injured leg back up to rest on the stage so she could reach behind her and grab the script. Normally, it would be something like: "Oh yes, I have been so foolish as to forget my lines, allow me to read them again." But when she looked at the proverbial paper packet she saw nothing but blank lines, no words, no footnotes, no character names. She was so engrossed in thinking, if it could be called that, of what to do, how to go back to her usual nightly persona, that she didn't feel the pain of the bird grabbing her other leg. 

She was bleeding again. Her pain receptors finally woke up to tell her that something was wrong, in sync with her eyes telling her that her recently uninjured leg was now matching its twin. And then her arms alerted her that they were being pulled, and she found herself mostly midair, with only her left leg and right arm dangling toward the ground for her to be able to control. It was lucky that she was right-handed, and she once more slowly drew her Devil Arm towards a Miseria that was biting her leg.