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The enemy, now perched to strike, raised its other claw back to finish her off. Would it be a slash? A thrust? The end result was the same. One hit to her unprotected face or throat, that vital region, would spell disaster for her. And Jennifer's weapon had already been smashed to pieces with one hit. The enemy was so heavy she couldn't force him off. All she had in her hand was a broken shard of wood from the leg of the stool.

She swung it upward, jamming it into the neck of her opponent.

There was a flash of light and the wall behind her exploded. The hutch evaporated in an instant. Broken glass rained down on the two fighters as the broken bottles of liquor and wine splashed all over the floor. Jen's shoulder had been burning, and the alcohol got caught up in the flame... soaking them both in fire as it splashed forward.

Her left hand was on the face of the monster, trying to push it away, to stop it from getting a clear view of her. Just to break its focus as much as possible so it couldn't strike at her easily. Even as that claw came back down to kill her, that strategy paid off to some extent. She was able to tilt her head to the side and simply receive a gash along the side of her head. Better than splitting her skull open and killing her instantly.

The claw raised again and rained down on her without hesitation.

Jen did the same. One stab wouldn't be enough. Though it hurt her hand to grip the weapon so tightly, it was required to pry it free and stab the enemy again. They were both pummeling each other on the ground with furious strikes, while completely unable to do anything about the burning alcohol that had cloaked them both.

Aaron, still in the pantry, shifted and stirred. His armor was so damn heavy, and the enemy had fallen right on top of him. It was definitely a hindrance. He wouldn't lie about that or try to cover it up. Up until now he had gotten a lot of remarks about his heavy armor that he wore.

They said that it was too loud, and that it would prevent him from sneaking. They said that the armor might not even protect against every threat. It would slow down his movement, weigh him down, just like it was doing right now. It was uncomfortable and restricted his freedom of motion even while fighting. All of that was true, but...

Those people didn't understand -- armor was either on or it was off. He couldn't waste time putting it on when he needed it. The reality was that, in his mind, it was better to have it on and not need it. If he ever found himself in a situation where he needed it, but didn't already have it on, he wouldn't have time to put it on.

While he was doing this, it gave him a good time to take in the view from across the room.

The fish monster near the doorway didn't waste a moment going after Fakeru. She spun away from it, trying to put the pillar between the monster and herself, but she could only get so far with her dress stuck like that. Then, with a jerking motion, she thrust herself down and away.

The lower part of her dress tore clean off and sent her sprawling onto the floor.

At that exact moment, the claw of the enemy swiped down and slashed the support beam in half with a single stroke. There was no mistake that hiding behind the pillar would not have kept her safe from that attack. Now the enemy was standing over Jamison but it was still focusing its attention on Fakeru.
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