Night 44: Main Hall, 2-West

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After reaching the top of the stairs, Tenzen slipped into the next hallway. This time, the hallway consisted out of a normal floor, ceiling and walls, as opposed to the pulsing flesh from last night.

Sliding his hand along the wall, the ninja kept his flashlight switched off as he headed East.

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As soon as the shirt was over her wrists, Taura flung it at the wall, writhing hair and all; she didn't spare time to see where it fell before bounding backwards, back towards the staircase she'd come out of. Hair slid and pulled, a handful of stubborn strands clung longer, but a yank seemed to obviate the need for ditching more clothing.

Shit, what in the nine hells is that? Whatever it was, it was fast, and dangerous, and she took one step backwards, then another, before turning to run just as the hand neared her head -- too slow to dodge, but it would hit hair before it hit skin; her braid whipped around with her head as well, an unintentional weapon (or handle), without nerves but with momentum.

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As soon as he got close enough, Nataku leapt into the air, bringing his machette down hard on the place where the creature's hand gripped the woman's hair.

He didn't think he needed to say anything after that. Homura's voice could be heard clearly. He followed after it, keeping pace with the woman as they went.

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