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Tommi finds himself prone on an altar, the unfeeling hands of a skeleton holding him down, slowly squeezing his throat. He moves to break the foul creatures grapple, even as he feels the grip momentarily weaken when one of Escella's fiery bolts breaks off a rib, which richochets over his head against the stone wall behind the foul fane.
He moves to escape the grip, using his arm as a lever against the bony claw that grasped at his throat...
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... and breaks free.
Through the hollow cage that held no heart of his attacker, Tommi noticed new fiends entering the room -- foul undead creatures that he could smell from here.
"Get back!" He calls to his friends. "There's more! I'm fine." Lighting shoots from Oh-Six, but seems to have no effect on the skeleton.
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Tommi stands on the altar. Gutter is in his hand. He hears Oh-Six whistle from the narrow fissure. Could Tommi fit inside?
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