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''[[Lun Kuai]] wrestled with [[The Nemacor]], the demon’s flexible, barbed mandibles searching for his face. The trap had been perfect: his team lured away by pitfalls and illusions, the walls lined with arcane sigils and devices which had imperceptibly drained away his essence. The weapons and armor that had so often been his salvation were now his greatest hindrances, as even the essence he had committed to their use dissipated, leaving them heavy and unwieldy against his limbs.'' | ''[[Lun Kuai]] wrestled with [[The Nemacor]], the demon’s flexible, barbed mandibles searching for his face. The trap had been perfect: his team lured away by pitfalls and illusions, the walls lined with arcane sigils and devices which had imperceptibly drained away his essence. The weapons and armor that had so often been his salvation were now his greatest hindrances, as even the essence he had committed to their use dissipated, leaving them heavy and unwieldy against his limbs.'' | ||
− | ''His struggles became weaker, and The Nemacor smiled, mouth-parts spreading wide and wriggling with Malfean glee. It leaned in, as though to kiss the hapless Solar, then jerked back again as two sets of long talons wrapped around its head from behind, wrenching it away; at the same time, the | + | ''His struggles became weaker, and The Nemacor smiled, mouth-parts spreading wide and wriggling with Malfean glee. It leaned in, as though to kiss the hapless Solar, then jerked back again as two sets of long talons wrapped around its head from behind, wrenching it away; at the same time, the hands burst into brilliant flames, the demon flesh beneath them bubbling and steaming. With a sick tearing noise, [[Bones Like Jade]] wrenched The Nemacor’s head from its shoulders and stood, grinning at Lun Kuai, as the lesser soul collapsed.'' |