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The feeling of satisfaction that came from everyone listening to and agreeing with her plan was stripped away the second Layla and Alizée rushed forward. Sloane grumbled under her breath how she had meant for them to chain up the dog after she had attempted her distraction, but they had to roll with it now. Sloane followed after Luca, quickly overtaking the sickly sprinter, flinching as her skin prickled as she ran just a bit too close to him. She resisted the instinct to pull away and take a wide berth around Luca, trying to reason with herself that a moment of discomfort was better than catching one of the now loose chains that whipped freely around as Clancy wrestled the Starving Dog. Sloane gritted her teeth as echoes of “meat” bounced around her head as she imagined the stench of her flesh rotting off yet again as she safely passed by Luca. 

She was breathing as heavily as Luca when she reached the door, taking the opposite side from him to avoid the aura of the Rot, although unlike her friend it wasn’t due to physical exertion. A rare look of alarm was in Sloane’s eyes as she glanced towards Luca while he told her that he’d step in on breaking through the vault door if necessary. She grunted in confirmation as she tapped her Channeler to her knife, the blade twisting as she cursed it while a wave of dust and debris scattered across the room as Aislin buried the guardian and Clancy. Coughing as the dust settled, Sloane slid her cursed knife across the floor until it hit the wall opposite of the one Luca and her had hugged on their way across the vault room. She hoped that the burial was enough, but if the Starving Dog broke free than perhaps it would get distracted by her Object of Obsession. 

Sloane turned to the vault door. She had never seen one quite like it, crafted out of parts that look like it had been repurposed from an old locomotive. The sapphire gave her a pause. There was a possibility that it was a backup magical defense system. It was also possible that it was just an ostentatious design for a biometric scanner. Either way, she decided against touching the gem. Sloane threaded her Channeler between pipes and rivets until it touched the metal door beyond it, her wrist pressed uncomfortably close against the teeth of a gear, the fear that it would start moving somehow and snap her wrist pushed to the back of her head. A light flared from behind the pipes as her opposing Lux ignited and tagged the door with her Hexmark, a blue circle crossed by an orange x.

Her Hexmark was no bigger than the eraser on a pencil and much too small for what she was hoping to accomplish, but Sloane wasn’t done channeling lux into her spell. She began to twist and turn her hand, awkwardly navigating between the web of warm iron as she continued to weave her Lux into the door. She pulled her Channeler out of the steamworks, the old tarot card rolled up in such a way that it evoked an image of a pen or a brush with an orange tip streaming faint blue smoke as Sloane continued to expand her Hexmark as the door became her easel. Scribbled phrases in  archaic symbols from dead languages flowed through her hand onto the metal, quickly fading as she moved her hand to graffiti another part of the door before pulling her hand back and violently slashing lines between the invisible instructions like an upset artist trying to deface their latest piece of work.

However, with each slash the Hexmark expanded, growing in diameter until it reached the border of her invisible writing, where she would once again begin to repeat the process. Her hand was starting to cramp up but she didn’t stop channeling Lux into the door, nor did she look over her shoulder to see if the rock pile had started to move. Her Possession Hexmark was over halfway done now. While breaking the door with a Fragile or Glitched one would be quicker, the odds of requiring additional Hexmarks to get through or triggering a failsafe were too high. If she was able to finish her Hexmark then there would be nothing preventing Sloane from opening the door. 

Only a handful more seconds and they would be in, able to grab the goods, and radio their supports to get teleported out. 

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Sully gave Liz a salute as she thanked him. As Liz turned to offer her assistance to the group, Sully turned his head down to try and figure out why everything was so cold all of the sudden and let out a little yelp as he ducked behind Lila’s wing for cover. [color=goldenrod]“Don’t move, bro,”[/color] said Sully, crouching awkwardly behind Lila to hide his junk from the group. Of all the times to not have a blanket lying around to make a toga. Sully scanned the horizon for an evergreen shrub to jump behind that hadn’t been blasted by dragonfire, knowing that Lila wouldn’t be able to stay grounded forever. He saw one and made his move, ducking low and blocking himself with the Chalice. 


"... Wasn't that your boy?" hollered James as Sully poked his head up from behind the bush. He was a bit too late in looking, and instead of catching Drake getting sucked into the dragon dimension Sully saw Liz seal up the magma monster instead. 

Mildly confused, thinking that James was implying that Sully was supposed to have the sealed magma monster, Sully replied, [color=goldenrod]“Nah it’s cool, she can have him. She’s with us!”[/color] Then with a thumbs up, Sully hollered at Liz, [color=goldenrod]“Great job, cuz!”[/color]

There was a quick survey of the field now that the Magma Monster was sealed and the Dragon had disappeared as Sully looked for any of their crew that was in dire straits. While there were plenty of bodies scattered across the ground all of them appeared to have been previously dead from before. It was over, they had won, and with a quick little head count it appeared as if none of them had been lost. An unbelievable total victory. Sully let out a cheer as Ruby raised her fist into the air and shouted. The Chalice began to overflow with gatorade that he was ready to dump on the Coven leader when he paused, doing another quick headcount. 

[color=goldenrod]“Hey James, you seen Drake?”[/color] asked Sully. 

However, there was no chance for an answer as the ocean began to bubble and swirl as a dark mass emerged from it, a gigantic skeleton that shook the whole island with its roar, seafoam rolling off its bones. If only Sully was truly Brosideon, then perhaps he could summon the fury of the sea to pull this party pooper down in the undertow and whisk the skeleton away from their victory celebration. Unfortunately, he was just a naked bald dude with a cup hiding behind a bush, so all he could do was shout his disapproval alongside Greenwood as the skeleton smashed its fist unto the beach and sent shockwaves throughout the island. Falling down to his knees, Sully pointed at the skeleton and screamed:
[h1][color=goldenrod]“IT’S BONEZILLA!”[/color][/h1]