[ Again, it is quite a pickle, isn't it? Out of supplies. Attacks hitting a bit too hard. Emet-Selch watches it all. He isn't sure what it is that he's waiting on, what he wants to see out of this shattered soul. Maybe he is wondering when they are going to shock him, these insects that play at life. Look at how they struggle. It never ceases. Had they been born with the entirety of their souls intact... This would be nothing.
He sighs. Emet-Selch supposes that he should do something. The girl is important to his plans at least. He waves his hand.
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He sighs. Emet-Selch supposes that he should do something. The girl is important to his plans at least. He waves his hand.
Cal will suddenly find her rapier in hand.
Go on now. Take care of these wee beasties. ]