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Sailing from the entrance came a massive green, scaly fist, as big as a bolder, and it's forearm as thick as a tree trunk. Thankfully, Vin managed to dodge mostly, but his left shoulder was clipped by the blow, causing it to rattle in his body, before making a *pop* that he was entirely sure wasn't supposed to happen.
The sheer force of the blow caused Vin to fly backward, sprawling messily a few feet away, trying to get up, Vin hissed as he felt his left shoulder. Yep, definitely dislocated. But hey, on the bright side…
He looked up at the massive lizard that lurched out of the darkness.
...At least he found Howitzer the Rook.
The lizard sniffed the air, as it looked upon its opponent.
"You smell of something unknown, human," Howitzer sniffed again, pawing his gargantuan hand against his face, "What is this smell? I've never known a scent such as this… Show it to me!"
In spite of his pain, Vin forced himself up, chuckling the entire time, "Gee thanks. Look, if I knew this was a formal occasion beforehand, I would have worn some aftershave."
"You think this is some game, human?" Howitzer took a step towards Vin, the entire floor shaking with the lizard's weight, "Do you believe that pathetic jokes will save you?"
"No," Vin admitted, a wry smile splitting across his face, wincing slightly as his shoulder screamed at him, "Humor's just my coping mechanism…"
Howitzer snorted, steam expulsing from his reptilian snout, "Enough excuses. Now we fight. We won't stop until one of us lays dead at the feet of the other."
...Of course he would get the monster that just doesn't know when to stay down.
Seeing the tensing of its muscles, Vin leapt away, only to find where he once stood assailed by a massive green fist.
He had to stay on his feet.
There was no last minute lifeline from Griselda here, it was ride or die.
Vin really hoped it was the former.
Swinging his right hand up as he ran, Vin tried to pepper Howitzer with crystals, hoping it would stop the goliath; but true to his name, Howitzer smashed through them with the ferocity of an artillery shot, his arms swinging in ferocious lariats, hoping to snag it's human opponent into an early death.
Vin needed a plan, and fast.
Searching around, his head constantly on a swivel as he ran, mind alight, pumping on all cylinders for an idea, Vin continued to run. Eventually, Vin found himself running straight into an old department store, a massive, open-concept department store full of leftover merchandise. His brain clicked everything together.
It just might work.
Bolting deeper into the store, Vin took turn after turn, darting around furniture, all while Howitzer kept on his tail, swiping furniture into the air, or throwing them at Vin like a dodgeball. Vin kept running, before he passed by a display for a bed. He eyed it for a moment, before swiping his hand, making crystals rise out of the floor, and fling the bed at the stray.
It didn't do much, as Howitzer grabbed the bed with one hand, swung a fist through the crystals with the other, and then threw the bed straight back at Vin.
Perfect.
As the bed soared straight towards him, Vin turned his body so his dislocated shoulder faced the oncoming mattress, ignoring the pain,Vin used his right hand to force the shoulder as close as he could to its original position as he could, and prayed.
The bed his it's mark, and Vin sent sailing backwards once more, as his left shoulder *popped* back into place from the force of the bed being hurled at him. Vin hoped it would be the bed, because it would ideally be something soft enough to not break his bones while being thrown with enough force to pop his shoulder back into place.
Now, to Vin's credit, it did work… He just didn't account for how much it would hurt.
And oh, did it hurt.
Screaming out as pain shot throughout his whole being, Vin messily crashed into a couch, breaking his fall. Righting himself once more, his shoulder still so painful, Vin forced himself to throw all sorts of things at the approaching devil: coffee tables, chairs, anything.
It didn't work, as Vin nearly got himself hit again one more time. Scrambling back, Vin had one final idea. One idea so royally stupid that if it didn't work, he could kiss his life good bye. By his side was a tipped-over swivel display case for Zippo lighters. Looking around, it didn't take too long for Vin to find an electrical outlet, and the idea took shape in his mind.
Yep, this was going to suck…
He hoped his crystals worked as an insulator like rubber did.
Smashing open the Zippo lighter case, Vin scrambled, messily grabbing three or four lighters, his adrenaline making him ignore how his hand caught the nasty edge of the glass as he pulled away.
Continuing to evade the devil in front of him, narrowly escaping death each and every time, Vin managed to round himself into the long-abandoned beauty and makeup section. He needed something… just a little something to make it bigger!
There! Hairspray! He grabbed two bottles, shoving one into his empty gun holster, and the other remained clutched in his hand.
Vin heard a roar, and then a second later, an entire countertop was thrown at him, product and all.
Vin dropped the hairspray, and threw up a wall to defend himself. Despite his body screaming in protest, Vin's desperate adrenaline flowed through him more than ever before, the pain barely a phantom reminder tethering him into reality.
No looking back. Vin continued to run, right as Howitzer smashed through his wall like a linebacker at an American Football game.
Up ahead was the clothing section. Glancing up, Vin noticed the sprinklers lining the walls. Good… Things were taking shape.
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