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As Eigla continues to punch and punch and punch madly, blood and tendons start to pour from her wounds. Baghead pulls out a shiv and tries to slash at the shieldmaiden, but muscle and sinew wrap around her arms, while the spraying blood clots into a hindering, sticky mass on her cloak. She screams and attempts to reload her slug gun, but Rosa shoots it out of her hand.

Her next attempt is to reach for the crossbow, but Rosa shoots that off *along with* her hand. No one is quite sure how the gunner is managing to shoot accurately despite lacking a head, but... She is.

Eigla's body deforms further into a mass of bleeding, pulsating flesh, bursting through her armor and enveloping Baghead with animated, murderous body parts. Baghead flails around, trying to scramble away, but Eigla's intestines wrap around her limbs, then break them away with ease. The inhuman, growing blob of parts that was once Eigla lets out a soul-piercing roar, then prepares for the final hit.

Baghead: "I YIELD! I YIELD! I'M SORRY! PLEASE LET ME GOOOOoooo!"

Klimt jumps into the pit, ready to MURDERSNAKE anyone and everyone who dares stand in his path! Oh hi Rosa, where did your face go? Where's Eigla? Oh, SHE'S the huge tumorous gore hurricane? Neat!

Klimt feels a strange kinship with Eigla's monstruous form. Finally he's not alone in becoming a tentacle beast!

Eigla and Rosa's coffins beep, indicating they're ready once again.
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Rosa stomps over to Baghead, puts a foot on the cloaked figure's stomach, then pilebunks it.

...Huh, strange. None of the usual cracking of bones or wet crunching sounds. It almost feels like you just pilebunked the earth below.

Two trembling hands slowly appear from under her poncho, in a plaintive gesture.

Baghead: "I-I'm useful? I'm harmless, too! I know all the paths in this land! I-I'll even share my stash of flesh with you! Yes, tons of Flesh! Meat, too! You look hungry, right? I-I won't disappoint! J-just tell your pet monster's guts to stop crushing me, yes?"

A new set of entrails flows from within Eigla's coffin, slowly floating amid her form. It's all rather unsettling, really.

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Eigla: "Sounds like a last-ditch effort to lead us into an ambush."

Baghead's voice grows more and more panicked as Eigla's flesh continues to flow around her.

Baghead: "A-an ambush by who? Y-you've killed all my underlings, right? I-I have no weapons left! B-but, if you'd rather starve, haha, that's okay too I guess? I'm sure there's uh, plenty of food out there, in the rain, yes?"


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Rosa: "Then. Take us.
Now. Here. Food.
Or. We eat. Here.
You."

Baghead: "Yes, yes! Yesyesyesyes. Sure! J-just, let go of me and follow me there!"

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Rosa: "Hah.
No.
We hold. You guide. And. If. You lie.
If. Trap. Ambush. Pitfall. Spikes.
Anything.
We Eat."

Baghead: "Sure! Sure sure, yes, no, no traps, yes! H-here, j-just go around here..."

Rosa's coffin produces what is essentially an entire head from the nose up, looking similar enough to the one she'd just lost. The hair is a bit oily and short, but it'll grow back eventually. She attaches it to her jaw, and small tendrils automatically come out and sew the two halves of her skull together.

It leaves a bit of a scar line along her face, but... In a way, it's sort of endearing? Like a cliche'd zombie girl from an old movie.


Guided by Baggy's instructions, you find a tunnel in the bottom of the crudely carved pit, where it connects to the building's basement. The place is filthy and foul-smelling, with dried vegetation strewn about as bedding, waste messily piled to a side, and large, ragged sheets of zombie leather being tanned on urine-filled throughs. The girl shows you a loose brick in the wall, and you find a cavity filled with dead crows and rats: Some still fresh, others smoke-dried and cut into jerky strips. There should be enough to keep you going for two or three days, at least.

Baghead: "See, see! I'm useful! Lots of meat! I-I know where there's even more, if you want!"


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