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Vilsig lets out a choked laugh, blood leaking out of his mouth from his multiple injuries.

 

"Ha...I...would have killed...them...all.  And...ha...there I was...thinking you wanted...them...dead."

Edited by Lord_Battal

"You would have died by Entropy's hands. They were wearing you down....and.....well....Alma is proof of that. I made a few misestimations.....how do they put it these days?....Things went pear-shaped fast. I won't make that mistake again, however."

 

Wilson only just barely managed to hug Marcy back.

 

"..Marcy........*cough cough*.........you're okay......."

 

"She's okay, sure....but what about you, Wilson?!.....That should very well have killed you..."

 

Wilson tried to answer Erised, after a fresh round of coughing.

 

"Almost...did.......I....it feels like everything's broken..."

(That was for Vilsig, not Entropy.)

"No..."

Marcy trambles.

<No that can't be true...>

 

She closes her eyes, breathes in and holds her breath.

 

Suddenly, she turns to Lewis.

"Lewis...would you come here, please?"

 

Lewis doesn't seem to hear her.

Edited by DwerBomb

I drop down from the ceiling, covered in marble battle armor.

"Hey guys, I ran to get some things as soon as I heard the fighting!," I say, glancing at wilson. "Here, take this" I give him a red glowing amulet.

 

"It should help you live a while longer..."


I drop down from the ceiling, covered in marble battle armor.

"Hey guys, I ran to get some things as soon as I heard the fighting!," I say, glancing at wilson. "Here, take this" I give him a red glowing amulet.

 

"It should help you live a while longer..."

Wilson barely managed to take off his backpack, laying it on the ground.

 

(Yes he had brought it with him. )

 

"WX-78, take a look through there, if you don't mind?....Maybe there's something useful in there that can help Wilson."

 

WX-78 nodded, and started rifling through Wilson's backpack, taking out some pieces of gold, a spare spear, two green mushrooms, a red gem, and a jar full of nightmare fuel.

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