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Oh thank goodness.

Kylee's eyes lit up as the grenades tumbled out of Mark's bag. Attempting to cut through the monster's insides could very well take forever if they weren't properly organized, but grenades? As long as they took out all the teeth, they would have an escape route.

She swung a grenade at the opening before them, and managed to land a hit.

ROLL 1: MIDDLE ROW
HP: 35/40
Inv: Weapon tablet

[Grenade 1: Middle Row Of Teeth]

It was the chivalrous thing to do, of course, to offer his cloak to her. A moment later, upon hearing of his injury, she tied her scarf around him in a similar gesture - and Edgar didn't know what to think anymore.

"My most sincere gratitude, princess." He gently touched the cloth with a smile, and bowed to her, choking back how emotional this made him. Crying was not a very royal thing to do.

They walked on, hopefully towards an exit, until she found someone she recognized. Uncle Mark? The lighting was dim in here at best, illuminated only by various glowing objects and flares, but glancing between his princess and the Death Assistant didn't really offer a glimpse of any helpful resemblances.

"Ah, indeed, princess! A grand huzzah for Mark!" It was the best he could come up with, thanks to his sparse information; he was getting a bit tired from forcing his legs to move in spite of how they still tingled, anyway.

He watched her pick something up, and flinched when he realized what it was, followed soon after by nervous laughter as he tried to relax. His princess wouldn't harm him with that. Of course not.

She certainly did damage the Titan, though - Edgar clapped his hands together to cheer for her, genuinely excited for what she'd done.

"And a grand huzzah for thee as well!" Encouraged by her, he picked up one of the grenades and examined it carefully, with one finger hooked into the loop of the pin.

Then he just couldn't help himself.

"...the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three'..."

He counted to three (no more, no less) and threw it.

third row of teeth

HP: 30/50







Yes! Listen to the smart guy. Let's blow this sucker to pieces. This is upsetting me. I used to eat people just like this. This overgrown bloater is being offensive to me. I mean really, stomach worms? Does it have no decency?

"Okay. Let's blow it up." He said to Jordan, and as if to answer the plan, Mark showed up with a whole lotta grenades.

Gale was helpful in bringing one to him, which was good because Melvin really didn't want to let go of Jordan or walk anywhere and trip over a bug or body. "Thanks." He managed, before looking up. He didn't have his glasses now, so he had to hope he'd aim right.

Pulling his arm back, he chucked the grenade and hoped it made it's mark.

HP:30/30
Innovatory: Runic Flashlight.

Third Row

"Hey… Cami, how about after I launch these badass bombs we do a little Voltron action and I give you a piggyback? You got a bow, I got a pole arm, I think we could make this work!.

He used the Runic Bandages he found when he first fell in, and felt a great deal better for it! "Wow… those bandages are like, High potion good!" He remarked before picking up a grenade and hurling it.

It had been a long time since Little League, but some things--the learned motion of throwing an object, the ability to calculate how much force and the trajectory that would be needed to get it from point A to point B--just stuck with you. The grenades were about as heavy as a baseball, even if they were a slightly different shape. Evan missed dead center of the creature's mouth by a little bit, but he still managed to knock a tooth out. Whatever, he'd take what he could get.

And maybe he'd be able to test his aim with these on the training fields when they got back--purely for the purpose of practice, of course. Certainly not because they exploded nicely.

Center row of teeth: 8

Grenade 1 (31 - 40 = you missed! Hopefully it doesn't.. hit someone... )
HP: 30

Lilac laughed at the calls back from Harland, familiar with his tone she picked out the humming easily and started to it. Keeping one hand over her mouth as she went, still trying to block out the horrid smell. Just as she took another step a red light erupted inside the cave, with it her attention caught. For the moment she put off finding Harl's but with the light now, it would to be easier to pinpoint her in the crowd.

While she wasn't sure who the guy was that brought them, the sheer sight of the glowing blue grenades brought a thankful smile to her face. A glance up was given as he spoke. She couldn't make out this opening, that was until teeth were mentioned. Ouch, as painful as it sounded, the creature did deserve it for swallowing them and there was no way she was staying in this stink hole. Heading over she picked up a grenade.

A single glance to the others around was given before she attempted to copy an aim and throw. Not to her surprise the grenade didn't make it to far, oops, hopefully no one seen that.

MIDDLE ROW OF TEETH - 14

Shiloh didn't know how to answer that question, couldn't even begin to fathom how to do so but luckily it was ill-timed and he was saved only by the sudden appearance of Mark and the announcement of a new plan. It seemed far better than small-talk while being slowly digested, and Shiloh leapt at the chance to avoid having to give any sort of answer for himself, nodding towards Mark instead.

"Looks like the cavalry's here, are you sure you aren't hurt or anything? Is Alistaire going to be alright? Hold on, I can grab the stuff, you two stay here."

It only took him seconds to retrieve the grenades, his rubber boots surprisingly handy now that he could actually see where he was going. When he returned he handed them off to Ian, lingering for just a moment.

"I..." he began, but he didn't know what to say. He what? He still loved him? He still cared for him? How could he possibly say any one of the million things he wanted to say when everytime he looked at Ian, all he could remember were those words, and the cruel sound of the waves at the beach that had followed in the silence after Ian had left. He ignored the roaring in his ears, and brushing back the emotion that threatened to spill over, he pushed a smile onto his face, and a gentle hand onto Ian's shoulder.

"Stay safe, okay? I'd better see you back on the island. Alistaire too, even if he's a jerk."

He felt like he should have made him promise, or that he owed it to him, to stay alive, but it was selfish to think about and even more selfish still, all he could think about was as he said it, how unlikely it was that it would actually happen, that he would actually see Ian again unless thrown together through work.

Ian might not have loved him but that didn't mean Shiloh's feelings had quit or gone away or had done anything but seemingly intensified. He still cared and that's why he was angry, why he hurt. Letting go of Ian, he grabbed his grenades, and headed towards the mouth.

At least this time he could put his pent up feelings to good use.