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And one last streeeeetch and, there. Clarice shook out her arms, did a little jog in place and determined that yes, she was ready to do this thing. For once leaving off her cloak, clipboard, and lady clothes, she was prepared to rock the tower in sweats and a tank. There would be no embarrassing falls due to clothing getting caught, this time. Nor would there be any, I-twirled-my-coat-dramatically-and-then-it-caught-on-fire incidents, either.

Remembering that last, Clarice paused before going through the portal. She wondered how that fire-proof hairgel project was going back in the labs.

Oh right, she was not alone in this, and like hell she was going to look the least bit hesitant here. "Right then, you ready? All warmed up and ready to rescue a princess in distress? Because while getting KO'd here is pretty acceptable? Failing due to leg cramps is just plain sad. Also I expect you to have my back, and if my back happens to get stabbed due to leg cramps, we'll both be very, very sad."

"Living shadows, you know like in Peter Pan? Sometimes Halloween creatures lose their shadows, minipets and humans too. The doctor feels there must be more ways for the to come into existence, but those are the ways we know for sure. We draw them here, because they're just dangerous enough in groups to give us a challenge, but not too powerful to create actual problems. Right then, let's do this."

FLinging open the tower door, Clarice stepped in, summoned Hraegar in one smooth motion, and swung. The sword's mood was along the lines of finally.

She only managed to hit two shadowlings before moving in, and nearly getting her sword stuck in a wall you did not see that, but it was enough to begin a path.

"Right, watch yourself on the stairs, falling would be..." She swung again, this time with a slightly more satisfying impact, "...ill-advised."

Clarice was seriously happy she managed not to get her weapon stuck in a wall. Again. RAEG was just happy to be hitting ALL THE THINGS.

A strong hand caught at his elbow and pulled him forward, "I gotcha." With her other hand, she swung Hraegar to try and clear a path to the next area. The sword let out an exultant roar as it ruthlessly cleared the final steps. "Okay, that...was pretty satisfying, gotta say. Ready for the next part?"

A familiar yellow smiley face beamed down at them from the wall. Clarice picked up two small flags and handed one over to him with a grin, "Oh, it's one you're pretty familiar with. Though these flags are actually useful, sometimes they can set off the trap before you're in range." Sometimes not so much. "And, since we're not in golems, the traps are pretty nerfed compared to the full-on Deathsweeper room." Of course, as far as comparisons went...pretty much anything is better than getting dropped into a vat of acid. Or piranhas. Or your teammate's body parts flying into your junk.

"s**t," Clarice mumbled, and pulled out a few of the bloody somethings to see just what the hell hit her arm. Children's plastic ninja stars...hand sharpened to very dangerous points. She gave a soft snort, "Cute."

She carefully walked past Harrison's position and set down a flag, eyes and ears sharp...and there it was, a click and then the flag was suddenly incinerated. "Alrighty, I can't say I regret missing that one. Halfway there."