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Lectoa hummed happily as she spun and struck once more. "Is that all you have?" she wondered, disappointed.

Boss: 2

Was someone watching her? Suspicious, she looked around but saw no one. But shortly after she decided to look again. Again. Again.

"HEY STOP IT!" she screamed.

Insert more close-call tripping her. Lectoa might've been just a smidge annoyed.

This fog was making him sick. He was seeing things. Limbs, everywhere. All trying to stop him from reaching his goal. He held his stomach and descended downward, his breaths quick and panicked.

The world went grey, without distinction as he went further in. He couldn't see his own feet, but he pressed on all the same.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the fog. It covered his mouth as it reached from behind.

He couldn't breathe!

Panic welled up even more than before. Itoto's muffled shrieks were heard by himself alone, his body revolting as he tried desperately to pry the hands off his face. He didn't want to die. He struggled and fought for his life, fear ripping through his core.

Finally, his strength prevailed. He freed himself from the attacks, staggering a few steps as he hacked and coughed life back into his lungs.

Some of the other tasks had been easier, but this one didn't look quite like it would be that way. Still, the girl was quite certain in her own abilities and thus walked happily through toward the path. But once she actually reached it, the happy walk slowed immensely. And before she could really get going on the path, her body gave out and her mind carried on.

The memory she saw was joy, but not the good kind. It was malicious joy, nastily happy. It left her fingertips shaking as she came back to her senses, confused over who was coming for her and how she could defeat them with ease.

It was straight out of a horror movie. Just as his paranoia nearly ebbed, he felt a sudden grip on both his slender ankles. A short gasp from him barely escaped his throat before he was ripped from his balance and dragged down. Left, right, around. His nails clawed at the floor, his screams nullified in the dense fog.

As quickly as it had begun, he was let go. The boy curled into himself, barely able to revive his courage to move on. He was scared. Terrified.

He'd only crawled a few feet, and it was back. The ravenous hand once again clamped over Itoto's mouth, gripping his face tightly as it tried to keep him from breathing.

The boy's muffled cries became desperate, tears began falling from his greyed out eyes. Both his hands gripped the strange hand, his now weak arms struggling almost in vain to break free. He was all alone. He would die here, all alone. No one would come save him. No one...

His despair nearly crippled him, made him wish he could give up. But his body acted on reflex as it sensed the deprivation of oxygen. His fight or flight reflex kicked into overdrive, once again ripping the hand off of his mouth. He gasped desperately for air, struggling to get away for good.

Falling. Falling forever. That horrible gut wrenching feeling as he fell too far and too fast looped into eternity. Or so it had seemed. At some point, things seemed to slow down. The fog that he had feared became thicker. Slowly, gradually, he felt as if it carried him, softly embracing him and easing his tired, frightened core. His panicked heart began to soften, his gasps becoming steady breaths. Everything would be okay...

Softly, he turned to look down at the slowly approaching ground, his hair lightly sticking against his tear stained cheeks. His feet gently landed on the floor, his knees a little bit weak. Warily he took steps toward the centre, the bright and warm glow of powerful orbs drawing him in. Slowly, he knelt down, his hands coming to curl and cup around one of them.

Aah.. it felt so warm. He held it close to his chest, his eyes shutting softly. It was like he was being lifted. Back up. Back to the surface. To safety...