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"Even after turning myself into an armor, I still am lacking..." Norman sighed heavily, staring down at his cracked and heavily damaged armor-like form. Large fractures ran across his skeletal structure, and pieces of his protective plating hung loosely. "I need to repair myself quickly or... huh?"
The brief stillness of their hard-won victory proved short-lived.
Norman's gleaming eye sockets locked onto the lower half of the Hollow. The mass of dark flesh began to twitch and shift. Slowly, it pushed itself upright once more. Black tendrils tipped with blinking eyes burst outward from its body in every direction, pulsing rapidly as they twisted and merged. Within moments they formed a massive arm ending in a giant hand. A single enormous eye opened in the center of the palm and fixed its gaze on the two exhausted fighters.
The giant hand began to move, lifting high into the air and aiming directly toward them.
