twist both wrists behind her. The crowd is growing bolder by the second. She’s helpless without her claws and they know it. They’re dipping a bit closer to the hogtied girl each time. One of them even manages to land a rough-looking cut that opens a flowing river of crimson. That’s when I realize she’s not going to make it back without my help.

Now, I’m not crazy enough to go in there empty-handed, but since everything here is either sharp or on fire, a weapon shouldn’t be too hard to find. While the selection might be plentiful, my time is not. I end up grabbing the closest thing that looks destructive; a long piece of mangled steel that should make for a fantastic spear. I then simply line up the jagged end with the Wild Man’s laughing head and connect...

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