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Yasu's blade met the ringleader's flesh. If Nils proved that hewing was not an option, then all Yasu had to do was pierce the beast. The blade became lodged in the ringleader's chest and stopped moments before touching its heart. Then, Yasu's foot met the hilt of her blade and was freed from its lodging; it had penetrated through its heart and body, handle and all. A failure to cleave was not a failure to pierce judging by the fist-sized hole in the ringleader's torso. With her foot now placed upon the ringleader, she leapt off as shadows encroached.
The hydra-lion that Emma bit into the ringleader. Hunks of flesh were torn off as the snake-like lion heads recklessly chewed through everything in front of them. Even without its heart, the ringleader wouldn't be stopped. Its muscles swelled more and more to make up for the lost mass. Its attempts to rip the shadow off itself were fruitless; each crushing attempt only made more heads.
As a final coup, Cam leapt at the lion's throat. Her claw took the beast's neck windpipe and all. It finally slumped to its knees. What once had been a countenance of magnificent showmanship had been reduced to a bleeding mass of flesh and holes.
But the beast was not slain. Sinewy flesh extended between the gaps. Strings of muscle tightened and the holes shrunk. Its body contorted as it no longer had the shape of man. No, it adopted a more primal form: a lion of flesh and verisimilitude. What stood before them was not a ringleader. It was a beast of closed wounds, swelling muscles, and true rage.
A familiar sound came from behind the cleaners. The revving of an engine. The rattling of a chain. Honest had leapt into action as she bounded across the hall in a single leap. It was the acknowledgement of a fatal combo. One that had to be dealt with swiftly, otherwise it would perhaps never end.
But it was not Honest who reached the Nemean's true form first.
A figure leapt from the projection room and collided with the Nemean. With a single crack, the former-ringleader erupted into a red mist that covered the stage and filled the air.
An eccentric-looking woman holding a plastic bag turned around and faced the cleaners. Emma's lack of combat instinct prevented her from feeling fear, but she still understood that this person was bad news. In comparison, Cam's animalistic intuition screamed at her. She was no longer an apex predator. It was as though she was a mouse staring down a hawk. Yasu understood the truth of what she felt in the projector room: the danger came from the realization of their insignificance. It was as though their lives were meaningless before such a person. They were insects who had hidden themselves in the corners of a room and had to pray that they would not be noticed.
"That's probably enough entertainment, yea~?"
Immediately, Honest's chain glaive cut into the woman's skull. A putrid purple liquid spun as the saw dug deeper and deeper into the woman's skull. Quickly, the chain on the glaive shattered and spat its teeth into the woman.
With a mere gesture from the eccentric, Honest had been pushed back. The woman's split face stretched. The dripping purple fluid formed into strings between each half and pulled itself together. It looked as though nothing had ever happened.
"Hey now, I didn't come here to fight~!" She exclaimed. "Besides, do you really want to endanger these chiclets to capture a fraction of me?"
Honest paused for a moment. "Tch."
"Man, you really put me in a tough spot~" she said as she turned to Yasu. "The dreamer told me that it was just going to be someone shady who would have given up trying to get in. Made me think that dumping the bodies of those culties in there would be safe. You have no idea how hard it is to try to hide yourself~!"
"Get to the point, Roqe." Honest interrupted. She was still gripping onto the broken glaive, seemingly seconds away from pouncing.
"Can't have a pleasant conversation now, can I?" She sighed as she tossed the plastic bag at the cleaners. It struck the ground and its contents slid out. While the bag said "Yum-Pyang! Heart Food", what was inside was a book bound in patchwork leathers.
"Eurgh, can't stand looking at that thing..." The woman winced as it came out of the bag.
"But this is all out of love for the 10th. You'd hardly find someone else who's still so attached to it like I am. Give this to Mel and tell her that he is returning to the 10th. She'll figure out what it means."
