coco.pudding she/they Posted March 8 Posted March 8 I hope exploding was fun thanks for being martyrs Anyway yeah I’ll third that sentiment ——————— Amora cautiously moves into the tunnel after everyone else has entered, making sure she’s guarding their backs, her sword drawn and ready to strike. She doesn’t like this tunnel. Low visibility, narrow, possible booby traps ahead. She hopes there’s a way out of this without losing anyone else. “We know he’s probably coming, right? So this time we can be prepared,” Amora tells Kieran. “So when he shows up, we both rush him, okay? Right from the start, try to get the jump on him. We do whatever we can to stop him from getting that mask.” 1
The Unknown Medallion he/him Posted March 8 Posted March 8 1 hour ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: Same deal as last loop, an info we say now can wait till D3A. Otherwise we’ll give the Elims help with their NK. I still need to get my discussion posts in though, Let's talk about how not talking will not help the elims
Myst He/Him Posted March 8 Posted March 8 59 minutes ago, The Unknown Medallion said: I still need to get my discussion posts in though, Let's talk about how not talking will not help the elims That’s fair, we can talk about the dead people(I think) I’m relatively sure that it won’t give any info?
Through the living Wahr He/Him Posted March 8 Posted March 8 After falling down the hole and being somehow catched by the Wind, Wahi followed Ap and the others down the Tunnel, he had no clue what would await him at the end of those or if there were more explosives on their way he really hoped not. He had had enough Explosions for a Lifetime in this last few Days. As Amora and Kieran readied their Swords, Wahi drew his Sword as well, they seemed to expect some sort of Danger in this Tunnel and be wanted to be prepared when the Danger appeared. 1
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted March 8 Posted March 8 Well, what do we think. Different set of dead players today. No overlap i believe. I would be very surprised if there weren't any dead elims. What do we think the chances are that they nk'd one of their own this round? I feel decent about our exes but it's hard to be sure --- Why was today full of so many explosions. Cindras ears felt like they were permanently ringing by this stage with everything that kept detonating around them and her hands stung with the cold of the ice. It would be really nice to have a day of things staying intact. She also missed the hot spring. She looked around at the others, studying the faces that were still standing. If this was like before, this would be the last night before being reset again. There were some faces who were the same a last, some that hadn't been there for the fight last time. Hopefully this will go better... 1
Myst He/Him Posted March 8 Posted March 8 (edited) Or, we could talk about how if the Elims NK me they would basically soft-clear me. (Edit: people who need the discussion posts can ask why) ———— Kieran nodded at Amora, “yeah, agreed, if needed Ap can get everything done while we distract him” he continued down the tunnel, watching his step, “Match Ap’s steps!” He called, “If there were explosives where she’s stepping they would’ve been triggered, and I’m not taking chances with the rest of this place” Edited March 8 by Mistfallen Soldier 1
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted March 8 Posted March 8 Would that clear you? I mean generally the nks do seem to be good so far id say but that doesnt mean that the elims dont panic cause of the blast mask and actually the nks are them nuking themselves to be safe from the incriminating ratio. So not certain on that. Whats your argument for soft clearing? Would that also apply to me? Or is it a you specific thing (#needspoints) --- Cindra walked carefully, following Kierans advice. Her eyes watched thistle as they moved. With the return of Ap things seemed to be better. Amoras confidence never seemed to waver. Cindra admired this. The others too. Everyone seemed to be facing their own struggle amidst this chaos yet somehow they all kept moving forwards. She supposed they had little choice in the matter. What even were they going up against? Did anyone actually know? There were all those stories, but none of this was really the same as the legend. Not so much pleasant puzzles getting solved as ruthless and stubborn brute force. 1
Through the living Wahr He/Him Posted March 8 Posted March 8 Wahi followed the others through the tunnel, like the ones before him he made sure to match Aps steps. His sword ready, he didnt really know any of them and he also wasnt sure how he got himself into this mess. It was only yesterday that they arrived at the Goron village after the explosions in Clocktown. Now they explored tunnels full of explosives and he had no clue as to what they expected to find at the end of this tunnel. 1
Amanuensis he/him Posted March 8 Author Posted March 8 10 hours and 15 minutes remain to earn your remaining Rupees and submit any relevant actions. Sorry I haven't been able to move the story forward. I will try to write a scene on break.
Myst He/Him Posted March 8 Posted March 8 6 hours ago, Burnt Spaghetti said: Would that clear you? I mean generally the nks do seem to be good so far id say but that doesnt mean that the elims dont panic cause of the blast mask and actually the nks are them nuking themselves to be safe from the incriminating ratio. So not certain on that. Whats your argument for soft clearing? Would that also apply to me? Or is it a you specific thing (#needspoints) --- Cindra walked carefully, following Kierans advice. Her eyes watched thistle as they moved. With the return of Ap things seemed to be better. Amoras confidence never seemed to waver. Cindra admired this. The others too. Everyone seemed to be facing their own struggle amidst this chaos yet somehow they all kept moving forwards. She supposed they had little choice in the matter. What even were they going up against? Did anyone actually know? There were all those stories, but none of this was really the same as the legend. Not so much pleasant puzzles getting solved as ruthless and stubborn brute force. (#rupee maxing) I’ll drag this out so you can get more posts. Basically, I can get a purple mask next loop. Killing me as an Elim doesn’t make sense as they lose that. So I could get soft-cleared. And as for whether it applies to others, it could apply to you and Doc, but I don’t know if either of you got a mask this loop, or what mask is was, etc ——— Kieran followed Ap through the tunnel, careful to step where she had. He glanced back behind him, squinting for a better look, was something moving behind them? Or was it just the lights flickering? He couldn’t tell. ”I think it’s best if we move a little bit faster… we need to get there first anyways” He started to move faster, anxious. 1
Amanuensis he/him Posted March 8 Author Posted March 8 (edited) Wayward Few The tunnel was narrow at first — single-file, hands brushing both walls — but it widened within a hundred yards, the ceiling lifting, the floor smoothing out from rough-cut stone to something older and more deliberate. Whoever had made this passage had not made it quickly or recently. The artificial lights continued at intervals, throwing red shadows that made everyone look like they were in the bowels of a volcano. The earthquakes came in pulses now. Not the long sustained rolls of before, but sharp rhythmic impacts, each one distinct from the last, each one slightly stronger, the kind of tremor that had a source rather than a cause. Cindra counted them under her breath. Kieran noticed her counting and said nothing. Ap was in Goron form, rolling ahead and then looping back when she went to far, then rolling ahead again, the tunnel wide enough now to accommodate her. She wasn't moving as fast as she could — just fast enough to create a current of air behind her, a low sustained draft that pushed at everyone's backs and kept their footing where it needed to be when the ground stuttered beneath them. It felt less like being followed and more like pulling her companions with her. The ceiling had climbed high enough to lose. The walls had separated to ten feet, then fifteen. The passage wasn't a tunnel anymore so much as a corridor, and in the distance, a junction — two openings splitting off from the main channel, one curving away to the left and one continuing to the right. Amora had been watching the walls. She stopped at the fork, oriented herself. "Left bends back toward Snowhead," she said. "Right keeps going away from the mountain. That's — roughly northeast. Maybe east-northeast." She paused. "That's the direction of Termina Field." From the left passage came a sound. It started low enough that Kieran thought it was the earthquake starting again, and then it resolved into something with rhythm inside it — a cadence, a weight, the particular sound of something very large moving very fast across stone. A drumming. Hoofbeats was not quite the right word because hoofbeats implied something ordinary and this was not ordinary. It was the sound of a mountain coming down a corridor. Every few strides, the sound struck the walls and the ground shook. The earthquakes had a source. From the right passage, faint as smoke: voices. The echo of footsteps. The sound of people moving with purpose through the dim tunnel some distance ahead, the ambient noise of a group that didn't know they were being followed. Everyone looked at Amora. "Right," she said. Ap was already rolling. They settled into a pace that wasn't a sprint — Amora set it, long-legged and sensible, a distance runner's rhythm that could be held for miles if the ground cooperated. The ground did not cooperate, but Ap's draft compensated: every time a tremor tried to knock a foot sideways or buckle a knee, the wind at their backs pressed them forward, corrective, almost gentle. It was like being guided by the Great Fairy of Wisdom herself. The voices ahead grew slowly louder. Footsteps multiplying, a murmur of conversation, the sound of something heavy being dragged across stone. They were gaining. Behind them, the drumming continued at intervals. Each impact shook loose dust from the ceiling and sent it drifting down through the blue light in slow curtains. The intervals were not growing longer. The tunnel curved east and then straightened, and at the far end — far enough that it was still small, a coin of light rather than an opening — a pale glow that was not artificial. Natural light. Moonlight. Which meant an exit. Thistle saw it and her pace quickened without her deciding to quicken it. Then, from behind them: a sound. It came from the junction, where the left passage met theirs — not the drumming this time, but something that started in a register below hearing and rose through it, shrill and raw and enormous. An animal sound, if animal meant something that had been plated in blue and orange iron, riveted along the seams with the logic of a machine rather than a body, driven by something that had been awake in the dark for longer than anyone in the tunnel had been alive. A scream from a throat that was also a bellows and a furnace, a sound that flattened the ears and pressed against the sternum. They turned. In the junction behind them, filling it, was the thing that had been making the earthquakes. It stood thirty feet at the shoulder — maybe more, the ceiling barely cleared it — and it moved like something that had forgotten how to be still. Its body was quadruped, massive, the proportions of a bull but armored in thick segmented plating the color of old stone and rust, orange at the joints, blue across the haunches, mechanical tubing visible where the plates separated, pistons cycling through each tremendous stride. Its legs were the legs of something constructed to run and to break things by running, hooves that struck the ground with a concussive weight that had little to do with its size and everything to do with the power inside it. Its head was wrong. It should have been an animal's head, proportional, recognizable. Instead, a massive wedge of orange iron sat between the horns — two great curved arcs of dark metal that swept back and outward — and on the face of that wedge, inlaid or grown or fused with it, was a mask. Humanoid. Stern-featured. The face of an old man, or something wearing the idea of an old man's face, the brow set hard and the eyes fixed forward and the expression one of absolute indifference to everything in the corridor except the corridor itself. The pistons cycled. The hooves fell. The tunnels shook. The light at the end of the passage was still very far away. Ap did not loop back at the giant Goht. She was already moving at full speed. "Run," Thistle said, to no one in particular, and everyone did. Edited March 8 by Amanuensis 3
Through the living Wahr He/Him Posted March 8 Posted March 8 (edited) Wahi ran toward the light, what else Was he Supposed to do when a giant Metal Bull that created eartquakes was following him? He still had no clue what they had hoped to find in this tunnel. The Problem with the running was that this mechanical monstrosity seemed to be a good bit faster than he or any of the others was, and also it didnt seem to tire, in contrast to everyone else. Wahi knew that he wouldn't be able to hold this pace for much longer, he was already sweating, he hoped that he would be able to do anything usefull before this creature would inevitavbel get him killed. Edited March 8 by Wahrheitswächter 1
coco.pudding she/they Posted March 8 Posted March 8 Amora runs. She stays near the back of the group, ready to help anyone who stumbles or falls behind too much. The exit is far. Maybe too far. She knows she could probably reach it, but some of the others? The ones who haven’t had the training she’s had? She doesn’t know. She hopes everyone will make it out alive, this time. But she isn’t certain it’s possible. 1
Ashbringer he/him Posted March 8 Posted March 8 Dead Doc Update: Stick says TJ e!slipped RP later, need to break continuity a little bit more (and eat lunch) 2
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted March 8 Posted March 8 Cindra couldn't help but wonder of all people what was she doing here. She ran. She was never good at that. But you didnt need to be when adrenaline was a factor. Some moments she couldn't tell if the drumming was her own heart, the blood thumping through her heart, or if it was the hoofbeats behind them. As she looked ahead at the light, she found herself begging, please... please let us have enough time. 1
Doc12 Posted March 8 Posted March 8 (edited) 16 hours ago, The Unknown Medallion said: I still need to get my discussion posts in though, Let's talk about how not talking will not help the elims 14 hours ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: Or, we could talk about how if the Elims NK me they would basically soft-clear me. (Edit: people who need the discussion posts can ask why) ———— Kieran nodded at Amora, “yeah, agreed, if needed Ap can get everything done while we distract him” he continued down the tunnel, watching his step, “Match Ap’s steps!” He called, “If there were explosives where she’s stepping they would’ve been triggered, and I’m not taking chances with the rest of this place” I really need discussion posts I was basically absent yesterday... This really has been an explosion heavy loop xD nice job Archer. Interesting that Archer switched to Stick immediately before blowing up, even when Burnt had already voted on Stick. Wonder why he felt the need to confirm the kill at the last minute before rollover. Yesterday felt almost exactly like the Hael/TUM vote on L1D3, where there was just a tie for the majority of the day. I explicitly wanted a tie to see if it would be broken, and it was, so it is interesting that even though Coco was a topic of discussion two days in a row it was still Stick that went over. Mist's thing makes sense in theory, that elims would want to preserve their rupees, but also so far elims seem to consistently try to do the opposite of what village tries to predict them doing. I am surprised that Burnt, me, Mist, and Coco are still alive when we're probably the most prolific posters so far. It's almost certain that there's at least one high poster that they're keeping us alive to hide among. --------- Thistle's world was filled with explosions. The explosion from this morning. Explosions behind them. Explosions below. They didn't even startle at the sounds, they seem to have lost their ability to...react to anything anymore. They just absorbed what was happening with glassy eyes, and followed directions. Thistle fell into the hole first. Which surprised everyone, including themselves. The falling took longer than they thought it would. Some part of them kept count of the seconds. Another part tried to think about what they were doing. If they were going to die. If they would come back if they died. The last part just stared at the walls and tried not to think. Then the winds caught them and they were at the bottom of the tunnel, Ap smiling at them in Deku form. Thistle couldn't help but smile. Before Ap could react, they pulled her into a strong hug. "I'm glad you're alive," Thistle whispered, trying not to cry. Edited March 8 by Doc12 1
Doc12 Posted March 8 Posted March 8 (edited) "Run" Thistle said, to no one in particular. And so everyone did. They fumbled at their pouch, bringing out a handful of fleet-lotus seeds, spilling some onto the ground. Shoved them into their mouth and chewed quickly, feeling an electrifying burst of strength surge across their body. And so they ran, suddenly the fastest of the group, catching up to and even keeping pace with Amora. 1 hour ago, Wahrheitswächter said: Wahi ran toward the light, what else Was he Supposed to do when a giant Metal Bull that created eartquakes was following him? He still had no clue what they had hoped to find in this tunnel. The Problem with the running was that this mechanical monstrosity seemed to be a good bit faster than he or any of the others was, and also it didnt seem to tire, in contrast to everyone else. Wahi knew that he wouldn't be able to hold this pace for much longer, he was already sweating, he hoped that he would be able to do anything usefull before this creature would inevitavbel get him killed. As they ran, Thistle tried to keep an eye out for stragglers. Wahi was flagging. They pressed more fleet-lotus seeds into his palm. But running forever wasn't an option, not if the Monster was faster and they had nowhere to turn. Their breath coming in huge pants, Thistle reached into their pack once more for a bomb flower, handing it to Amora to toss behind them. It's funny, the way death hadn't seemed to matter anymore moments ago, and now they were running for dear life. It shouldn't matter, not if Ap still had her magic instrument. Thistle still wasn't scared. Well... they were scared, that their friends would fall behind, but they weren't... terrified like they would have been. Maybe it was the lingering numbness. Maybe it's the thought that if they died, they'd just wake up in bed again, with Zymni. For that to happen, though, Thistle would have to do their best to make sure Ap survived... and so that is what they would do. Edited March 8 by Doc12 1
Myst He/Him Posted March 8 Posted March 8 30 minutes ago, Doc12 said: I really need discussion posts I was basically absent yesterday... This really has been an explosion heavy loop xD nice job Archer. Interesting that Archer switched to Stick immediately before blowing up, even when Burnt had already voted on Stick. Wonder why he felt the need to confirm the kill at the last minute before rollover. Yesterday felt almost exactly like the Hael/TUM vote on L1D3, where there was just a tie for the majority of the day. I explicitly wanted a tie to see if it would be broken, and it was, so it is interesting that even though Coco was a topic of discussion two days in a row it was still Stick that went over. Mist's thing makes sense in theory, that elims would want to preserve their rupees, but also so far elims seem to consistently try to do the opposite of what village tries to predict them doing. I am surprised that Burnt, me, Mist, and Coco are still alive when we're probably the most prolific posters so far. It's almost certain that there's at least one high poster that they're keeping us alive to hide among. --------- Thistle's world was filled with explosions. The explosion from this morning. Explosions behind them. Explosions below. They didn't even startle anymore, they seem to have lost their ability to...react to anything anymore. They just absorbed what was happening with glassy eyes, and followed directions. Thistle fell into the hole first. Which surprised everyone, including themselves. The falling took longer than they thought it would. Some part of them kept count of the seconds. Another part tried to think about what they were doing. If they were going to die. If they would come back if they died. The last part just stared at the walls and tried not to think. Then the winds caught them and they were at the bottom of the tunnel, Ap smiling at them in Deku form. Thistle couldn't help but smile. Before Ap could react, they pulled her into a strong hug. "I'm glad you're alive," Thistle whispered, trying not to cry. Agreed, but there’s potentially three(four since Coco didnt get exed) people up for purple(idk your current mask status and you shouldn’t tell me right now). One of them probably is Elim, so I agree with that. Depending on the status of the loop and who wins will evidently play into what we do. As for the Elims doing the opposite of what we expect them to do, why do you think I brought this up?
coco.pudding she/they Posted March 8 Posted March 8 Amora accepts the bomb flower with a quick nod of thanks, then falls back for a moment, searching for a way to bring down part of the tunnel behind them. She spots a section of wall that looks a bit weaker than the rest, and tosses the bomb flower at it, causing the wall and ceiling to collapse in that spot, forming a blockade. “That won’t hold for long, but hopefully it buys us a little time,” she calls to Thistle. “That was a good idea, thank you.” 1
Through the living Wahr He/Him Posted March 8 Posted March 8 19 minutes ago, Doc12 said: As they ran, Thistle tried to keep an eye out for stragglers. Wahi was flagging. They pressed more fleet-lotus seeds into his palm. Wahi didnt know what those seeds were Thistle pressed into his palm, but he swallowed them nonetheless, feeling that they made running a bit easier for the time being, he knew that his exhaustion would return but in the moment those seeds allowed him to run faster, he would have thanked the Florist, but talking and running werent two things that got together very well. From the corner of his eye he saw how Amora tossed a Flower behind her, and then he heard an Explosion, wasnt there anything else These days than exploding stuff? Luckily this time the Explosion seemed to be helpfull as a Part of the Tunnel behind them caved in slowing the mechanical Bull temporarily Unfortunately hearing the Explosion startled Wahi and threw his running Rythem of, resulting in him stumbeling and landing very unfortunately on his left arm, sandwiching it between his body and the Rock, macking a very nasty crunching Sound, pain shot through his left arm as he used his right arm to get up and resume running, this feeling was strangely familiar, like it had happened before? But he could not say when and did not have time thinking about it. Falling had resulted in him loosing his sword, he did not Care though, leaving it behind, he didnt think it would have been of much use anyway, only armed with the dagger he had aquired in clocktown he continued running for his life, while one arm hang limp and burning with Pain at his side. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yes I decided that breaking his arm will be an unfortunate constant for Wahi during these Loops. I probably wont Post again this Cycle (or Loop for that matter) as I really need to get to sleep. 1
Doc12 Posted March 8 Posted March 8 "Is there," Thistle gasps, "a plan at all?" another gasp, "besides just running?" Kieran in front, Amora at the back, noncombatants Cindra and Mumbo and themself sandwiched in between. Wahi had injured his arm again. No time to bind it up, he still seemed capable of running. No sign of the others. Thistle had to hope they'd meet up with Heroshi or Link again. As it is they only had Kieran and Amora to fight. The last time, there had been Clock Wards helping... now it seemed like just them. Thistle handed Amora another bomb flower, trying to see what else they had that could give them an edge. Swift violet and fleet lotus. Brightbloom seeds. Puffshrooms. Healing herbs. Nothing as immediately helpful as the bomb flowers. Would an icefruit cause the bull to slip? Would a shockfruit be more effective against its iron hide? No fighters. Just Kieran and Amora... Thistle had gardening shears and a pruning knife... would they have to use those? The light didn't seem any closer. "Ap!" They shout again, "What's" gasp, "the plan?" ----- more fanart! 5
coco.pudding she/they Posted March 8 Posted March 8 13 minutes ago, Wahrheitswächter said: Yes I decided that breaking his arm will be an unfortunate constant for Wahi during these Loops. Oh no poor Wahi:( @Doc12 I’m obsessed with all the fanart it’s so cute —————— Amora scans the tunnel ahead and behind them, searching for a way to use this second bomb flower. The first had slowed, but not stopped, the thing behind them. She needs to come up with a way to stop it fully. Maybe blowing up a leg would help? But she doesn’t know how strong its armor is. A dozen possibilities run through her brain, all discounted in an instant. ”Thistle, how many more of those flowers do you have?” 1
Myst He/Him Posted March 8 Posted March 8 Kieran moved over to Wahi after seeing him fall, “are you alright? Can you continue running?” He glanced over at Amora, who seemed pretty good with those bomb flowers. “I’m not sure what my sword will do against that!” ”I think the only thing we can do is run, unless A—“ He joined Thistle in asking, but stopped. Kieran nodded his head as an idea formed… “Actually…. Could we get behind it? This tunnel isn’t big enough for it to turn, I think….” 1
Doc12 Posted March 8 Posted March 8 4 minutes ago, coco.pudding said: Oh no poor Wahi:( @Doc12 I’m obsessed with all the fanart it’s so cute —————— Amora scans the tunnel ahead and behind them, searching for a way to use this second bomb flower. The first had slowed, but not stopped, the thing behind them. She needs to come up with a way to stop it fully. Maybe blowing up a leg would help? But she doesn’t know how strong its armor is. A dozen possibilities run through her brain, all discounted in an instant. ”Thistle, how many more of those flowers do you have?” 4 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: Kieran moved over to Wahi after seeing him fall, “are you alright? Can you continue running?” He glanced over at Amora, who seemed pretty good with those bomb flowers. “I’m not sure what my sword will do against that!” ”I think the only thing we can do is run, unless A—“ He joined Thistle in asking, but stopped. Kieran nodded his head as an idea formed… “Actually…. Could we get behind it? This tunnel isn’t big enough for it to turn, I think….” Thistle scrambled through their bag. "Uh... two - no, three?" They look sheepish, "I wanted to pack more but they take up a lot of space." They turn to Kieran in shock. "You want us to let it catch up to us? And somehow get behind it?" They blink. Shoving their hand into their pack, they pull out an unlit brightbloom seed. "Throw this as far forward as you can," they tell Kieran. To everyone else, Thistle yelled "Shut your eyes!" Upon impact, the brightbloom burst into brilliant light. Anyone whose eyes had been open would have been dazzled. But suddenly the walls of the tunnel were thrown into stark relief, in all its crags and alcoves, and... there! Thistle pointed, still gasping, at an upcoming section where the walls dipped in a way that it could be possible to squeeze into as something really large - a mechanical bull, perhaps - charged past. "I don't know," gasp, "if this is a good idea, but there!" gasp, "if you squeeze into those it might just run past you!" 1
Myst He/Him Posted March 8 Posted March 8 9 minutes ago, Doc12 said: Thistle scrambled through their bag. "Uh... two - no, three?" They look sheepish, "I wanted to pack more but they take up a lot of space." They turn to Kieran in shock. "You want us to let it catch up to us? And somehow get behind it?" They blink. Shoving their hand into their pack, they pull out an unlit brightbloom seed. "Throw this as far forward as you can," they tell Kieran. To everyone else, Thistle yelled "Shut your eyes!" Upon impact, the brightbloom burst into brilliant light. Anyone whose eyes had been open would have been dazzled. But suddenly the walls of the tunnel were thrown into stark relief, in all its crags and alcoves, and... there! Thistle pointed, still gasping, at an upcoming section where the walls dipped in a way that it could be possible to squeeze into as something really large - a mechanical bull, perhaps - charged past. "I don't know," gasp, "if this is a good idea, but there!" gasp, "if you squeeze into those it might just run past you!" Kieran nodded, “Thanks Thistle, even if my eyes only half-function right now because of it” He sprinted towards the alcove, glancing back to make sure everyone was keeping up. ”Once it’s gone past, we’ll have to sprint in the other direction, if needed we can use another flower to maybe cave in the roof, but I think it’s best if we save those if we don’t have to use it” He glanced out at the bull thundering down, “if this doesn’t work, I’ll distract it so you can get away. I should be able to buy enough time” 1
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