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It was not as bad as he had envisioned, he now saw. True, there were still a number of lizard men up and about, but he realised with vast relief that several of his accomplished fighters were still alive. With revitalised energy, he leapt forward, cutting down the creatures as well as he could. The erratic heartbeat hammered his head incessantly whenever his subconscious thoughts drifted to Ursula and Fantine ~ The women of my life… ~ It struck him as odd that he could have come up with such a phrase ~ Magnificent beyond compare. ~ He could have added "in spirit", for he knew all too well as Fantine had mentioned, they had their weaknesses too.
Ahead, he thought he saw Fantine's faltering steps and they exchanged glances. No! ~ Instantly, he knew the problem: she had run out of spells and would soon be slaughtered within seconds. Try as he could to reach her, he found himself facing three large ogres ~ Damnation! ~ Now caught up with dodging their blows, he prayed silently to his god to protect her… fortunately, the ogres were clumsy, though having massive strength. He goaded them, drawing them away from the area, yelling ferociously. To his delight, help soon arrived - Jonathan and Arthur almost collided into his path and they despatched the creatures with combined effort.
The path now clear, he dashed forward, his legs aching in the pursuit. But he stood gaping now, his face turned ashen.
Fantine was nowhere to be seen.
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