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It was a long dank hallway. The bricks were old and Mossey. The one's white stone dingy, With dirt and growth.
She limped as her left leg ached. Her leg was Is a blazing central pain. Her ankle was the center of it. She not sure what she done to it, But in the last fight Something must have hit it.
Each step of careful looking for traps on the floor. Looking for a stone. That doesn't quite fit. Or something that could look like a seam or a line. Denoting a pit trap.
She walked heavily on her Staff.
She wish she was outside in the sun. She imagined The wispy look of the clouds. The cool Spring breeze. Clean air of recent rain.
But her Compass still pointed North. She was not in danger for more of a truly maddening creatures in this labyrinth.
In her weariness. Looking at the floors and the walls she missed it. What she thought was a puddle But soon, formed into a slime. a slime that just got bigger and bigger until it was the size of a small dog. Then the size of a large dog. Luckily it stop there.
Inside of its body glittered with jewels and gems.
But she was weary. The extra treasure held no sway on her heart.
She had faced higher monsters and the Dungeon. But they had taken their toll on her.
She just wanted to limp to safety.
But the Slime didn't seem to agree with her. It twists and Withers in different patterns. The gems being the only constant thing about its shape.
One always had to be careful with slimes. Cutting one in half only gives you two slimes.
The only way to really deal with them is to evaporate them.
But she just didn't know if she had the energy left.
She looked to the left and the right, the see if there was any hidden passages that she missed. But it was always as simple as that.
She couldn't run past the slime.
Her ankle just wouldn't allow it.
And also made her ineffective in a short-range fight.
She got up her energy.
"Flame of the ancient braids.
Wrap around my foe, tightening along their necks. "
With the spell casts, she whips her hands forward.
With her staff in hand and fires, a mighty blast. A whip made a fire lashing out and wrapping around The slime.
It damaged the monster, but did not kill it, it was now inraged. The monster suit squashing towards her.
The monster squishes forward.
She says her spell again only a little wisp of fire comes out of the Tip of the Staff.
As the Slime squishes forward.
She Dropped her staff. And rummages into her sack trying to find her Flint lighter and If she had anything left to burn.
She found that she had no more torches. So she ripped off her shirt. Poured alcohol on it and let that on fire.
She may not be going out with her distant dignity, but she wasn't going out without a fight.
She got the make shift torch flaming.
And by the time that she had gotten that the Slime had reached her.
She thorws the shirt upon it, it sizzling and she starts pouring the rest of the alcohol.
As it's Wiggles in pain, she grabs her staff and painfully tries to run away.
It's alive. But slimes are slow. So,
Her painful track. Down the hallway.
So close to sunlight, so close to Freedom.
Slimes don't go out in the day as they Sizzle out in the midday Sun.
She just hopes that her shirt Burns it Long enough to keep her safe.
She can hear the squishes behind her.
As it comes closer, squish squish, squish, squish, squish squish.
Comes ever closer. Squish, squish, squish, squish.
The sizzling sound begins to fade.
The squishes start coming, even faster, squish squish, squish, squish.
Each step is agony.
Something is wrong with her ankle.
It may not be broken, but it sure feels like it.
Squish, squish, squish, squish.
She didn't have time to cast another spell.
All she hears is the squish. Squish, squish, squish.
As each step as a silent Agony, like a knife in her ankle every time.
As much as she would want.
There's no way for her to beat.
The slime with her staff alone.
Touching it with her skin was a no-go. It was full of caustic acids. That's only reason that metals and jewels can survive inside of it.
It would melt away her staff as well. Just slower Then say her arm.
The squishing was closer now. Squish, squish squish, squish.
She made it to the end of the hallway. Now, she just had to get the door open. Squish, squish, squish, squish.
It was here.
She bit down a Scream. She wouldn't want to encourage anything else in this dungeon to find her.
She turned shoved her staff into the body of the The Slime. She only had a little while to do this before they Staff melted away. She did her incantation again. And even though it was a small flicker a small flame. It was right in the middle of the gelatinous who's burning it from the inside.
It jumped away and withered and twists will it was distracted. She pulled on the door. Barely getting it open in time.
And nearly set out. Slamming it shut on her own staff. She stood in the midday Sun. It was just a bright out of here as she had hoped