Rosalina exploded out of the hole like a furious rocket.
"Die, you motherfuckers!!!"
Her roar shook the entire hall.
She shot into the air, robe torn and flapping wildly, hair a messy disaster.
In her hands she swung a huge, ugly axe like it weighed nothing.
She stopped high above the hole, chest heaving, eyes blazing with pure rage.
From the dark pit below, nightmare beasts poured out.
They looked like twisted monsters, pitch-black dog bodies with snapping crocodile heads.
Long, slimy tentacles wiggled along their backs.
They growled and snarled, hungry and angry, as if someone had stolen their favorite meal.
"Huff… huff… huff…"
Rosalina breathed hard, glaring down at them.
These weren't normal monsters.
They were nightmare beasts, dark, nasty creatures that hunted in big packs.
Their spit could melt solid rock in seconds.
When she had fallen through the floor, she had landed right in the middle of thousands of them. It had been a nightmare.
