[ The small solace in this murder hotel is that he doesn't need to see the sky full of twinkling stars, each one looking down upon them... Laughing at their suffering like they're toys. It's back, but he focuses on diving. With Lup's bubble-shield, he slashes through the billboards and lights, but there's only so many he can cover. The path he's cutting isn't wide enough for all three, but it's still more than nothing. Stray broken glass break apart and hot wires ascend, wooden and metal pieces, too.
What are they even supposed to do about lightning bolts?? He can only avoid them, the hands he will stab them and hope that the feel of a very sharp toothpick has them recoil so they can keep descending. ]
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What are they even supposed to do about lightning bolts?? He can only avoid them, the hands he will stab them and hope that the feel of a very sharp toothpick has them recoil so they can keep descending. ]