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The Kid     Prior experience with the Burstone Quarry demanded a descent from the sky upon the chunk of land it occupied, then a descent into the broken, twisted tunnels swarming with wild Rattle-tails and Gasfellas having gone feral in the absence of their Cael masters.

    But now, it's just a trip along the Grand Rail, cutting between the trees of the Wild, to Point Lemaign, the backbone of Caelondia's industrial capabilities, and then a short journey along a well-trodden dirt path to the Quarry. The gleam of Trigger steel is ever-present, the occasional gunshot sounding out followed by the death squawk of a Pecker somewhere as carts upon carts of valuable ores, pelts, seeds, saplings and other goods are loaded up onto the train for the return trip.

    The head of the Quarry is waiting for them, a tall, lean man with a handsome greying handlebar moustache. He takes off his dirt-strained gloves to take everyone's hands in a firm handshake. "Nice to have you. Understand you're here for Core fragments. I think we can come to an agreement. We got a little issue we could use a hand with. You help us out, you can have all that you need."

    He gestures to a corner of the mine entrance, at a curious sight; an Ura hunting party. The robed figures bear weapons, but don't seem overtly hostile. "This lot came along saying they wanted to deal with Sir Lunky, that giant Lunkhead we got sealed away. I don't have the heart to send them to their deaths, but if you went with 'em, that might get rid of that creep for good. As a bonus, his corner of the mines are totally untapped, so you'll have all the Fragments you need. Might even get a fresh Core out of it."

    The hunting party regards everyone with impassive eyes. The Kid looks a little uncomfortable but says, "'m fine wiht it if y'all are."
Majima Goro     The Mad Dog of Shimano knows almost nothing about what's going on with this mine trip, besides it has -something- to do with making booze. Booze he was deprived of most cruelly at the karaoke session from before. This, apparently, will resolve the related issues with whatever they needed for that distillery, and 'weird booze made with something you mine out of the earth' sounds ridiculous. He has to try it.

And so, he's left shaking the hand of some guy, after at least two attempts to just bow to the man. Western greeting methods are weird.

"So, eh, lemme make sure I got this straight. We go pop some bigass balloon for ya, and we get the shit we need. Arright." He stretches his arms out above his head, weaving his gloved hands together. Then he claps them down on his hard hat. This is a mine. Safety is important. "There a catch, or what?"
Crys Gattz Crys Gattz has enjoyed the brandy she'd made with Ruck's and the Kid's help. When there was more work to do? She was happy to lend the Kid and everyone else a hand she trots along after Majima seemingly in a good mood, she has a powered down sabre in hand. She's not seeing the need to put it to use unless something jumps them. She does take in look t the terrain as she goes she seems to like it as they near Quarry and looks to the hunting party. She has no idea the full story but she grins a bit.

"Sounds good to me, Kid. Don't worry I have experience in cleaning out hostile creatures."
She looks to Jamima for a moment.

"We need to deal with it I'd say that's the catch. Come on you don't want to get a good fight in? Hell, I want to see you in action!"

She doesn't seem to care about the details so long as she doesn't end up in political antics.
Priscilla     "It is a novel experience for certain, to travel along the rails that once reached this place, rather than maketh do with gusts of wind." Priscilla comments, watching out the window on the train ride, with the odd, rare, distinct aura of mysterious anime transfer student. "A heartening one, I believeth. Though somewhat slower, perhaps 'more scenic', it does one well to experience the results of one's efforts like this. These woods. These rails. The quarry men, hard at work. The veins of Caelondia. How it shouldst be." She does indeed, if one is capable of straining one's ear, sound distantly happy about this, regardless of the purpose of their destination.

    Though she deigns to shake the hand of the mine head (given he took his gloves off), she does loft a brow at his general audacity in immediately seeking 'an agreement', though her opinion of it amounts to "Ahh, long such hath miners been that sort. Those who work in the dark where few others hath the calloused hands and strong backs to manage do often come to feel such as their domain. Their castle." It doesn't sound scolding from her. Merely amused that something she'd heard had proven so true already.

    "Very well. Such a task is hardly beyond us. Some small service to the quarry we seeketh to take from is an ordinary payment." she decides. When it comes to the Ura hunting party though, she glances but once to them, frostily, before deciding to acknowledge them as barely as possible. "'Deal with'. I wonder. Certainly a most notorious icon of the Lunkhead species." Yes she still remembers that word. "Let us enter, then."
The Kid     "No catch sir," the director says to Majima. "Sir Lunky has crushed everyone we sent after him. But he keeps to where we sealed him, so not much sense in throwing good men after dead men. But since we got people wanting to hunt him for some reason, and another looking to skim the top of our carts, maybe they can help each other out."

    The Kid gives Crys a look. "I ain't all that interested in killin' somethin' I killed before. But if it gets what the First needs, I'll do it." The director seems confused by that statement but rolls with it to answer Priscilla. "Mean no disrespect ma'am, but even the little Fragments merge to become Shards which become Cores down the line. We can't just give them away freely, they're an investment for the future. The Rippling Walls keep growing as the City does, it's gonna need even more Cores to power it. I don't want my kids or my kids' kids to go without because something wasn't immediately useful." He does seem sincere, but it's an awfully high-minded justification for someone so, pardon the phrase, 'down to earth.'

    The director introduces them to the Ura party, who bows in a way Majima is more familiar with. "You are to be our escorts then?" the leader asks. The face mask and padded robes all but obscure their identity, but the voice is feminine. "We thank you. Good hunting to us all." The Urans check their weapons; crossbows, bladed spears resembling naginata, machetes akin to the one Kid wields, and even muskets.

    The director leads the way into the tunnels below the quarry. Broad-shouldered men work alongside Gasfellas, swinging their pickaxes in unison to dig out the walls. The ring of metal on stone is omnipresent, punctuated occasionally by garbled barks from an old intercom system that relays information such as inbound minecarts, scheduled explosions to carve out new tunnels, and shift changes.

    The director waves everyone into an elevator above a deep vertical shaft and sticks a key into the control panel before hitting some buttons. "Once you're done with Sir Lunky, hit this button on the panel down there to indicate that you're done. If we don't hear from you, we're not sending anyone after your bodies. Good luck." With a klaxon, the elevator begins to descend.

    It's a cramped, awkward descent, the glow of lanterns within the cart the only bulwark against the crushing dark. "Do you know why my forbears sold this place to you?" the Ura leader asks suddenly, addressing the Kid. "It is precisely because our quarry moved in. We have a word for such creatures. I believe it would best translate to 'Wildlord.' The Pantheon uplifts and challenges not just we men, but creatures also. We consider ones such as ah... 'Sir Lunky' to be blessed by them. As such, we dare not challenge them least they challenge us. Who are we to clash with the god's favoured? We thought he would crush your efforts."

    She rattles on, even as the sense that even her own companions wish she would be silent. "And yet, you Caels dug this place out, working around them to become rich. Even throughout war, your City grew fat on the riches of this place." She laughs, horsely. "We cannot fault your ingenuity, I suppose."

    "But now, we have made truce. As such, it does not sit right with me that we gave you this place on the assumption that you would die down here. So I would set this right by killing the Pantheon's chosen. That is why we are here." The Kid still says nothing, but gives a single nod. "No divides down here. Either we die, or he dies."

    With an unusually merry 'ding,' the elevator arrives. The doors open to a massive chamber, shining blue from crystals that jut from the wall. A massive, bulky silhouette moves against the light as the Ura scatter, throwing out parcels that split open and give off a constant white glow.

    It's a frog. A gigantic frog, wearing a massive stone mask that blocks it's entire front. It gives off a deep, throated croak as it examines the group warily, spreading its webbed feet to anticipate incoming attack.
Majima Goro     The Chairlady, insofar as Majima's mentally filed Priscilla away, gets a reasonably deep bow. Nothing crazy. The Director talks, and Majima seems to be listening. Mostly. He's got his hands behind his head, and he's yawning and stretching here and there. But it's always hard to tell with Majima how much of what he's doing is actively fucking with people, and how much is serious apathy and disinterest.

Crys gets a shrug. "That's why I'm fuckin' askin! It seems like a win win, ya know?"

He does bow respectfully to the Ura--obviously, not as deeply as he did to Priscilla. Protocol matters, you know.

The trip to the elevator doesn't catch much of his interest. The trip down in the elevator, as the Ura Leader starts dropping the dark Ura secrets about the time they tried to bamboozle these guys, does catch his attention. "Neheheh. I like it, ya know?" He tilts his head. "That's the kinda strategic fuckin' thinkin' that gets things done. What's more, situation changed, ya adapted. I wouldn't get too pissed off, eh? Things're different now, near as they could be. If it were me..." He strokes his chin.

"Yeah, I'd do the same." He grins wildly and toothily at the Ura leader. "So. Let's go, ah, kill a..."

The elevators stops. It's a giant frog with a mask. There's a breath, and the Mad Dog of Shimano considers his options. "...ya know, I kinda figgered it'd be one o' them Gasfellas, just /really/ big. But alright, a giant-ass frog. Nehehehahaha!"

He weaves out of the group, drawing a knife. He doesn't attack first, which may be odd. Mostly because he's not sure what the plan is, and this thing might have some weird Frog Emissions to worry about or something.
Crys Gattz Crys Gattz has taken notice Priscilla seems to be in good spirits. It's good to see her ultimate employer in a good mood. She also seemed eager to get down to business. That was something she could respect that and she was eager to see what they had to fight as well. She also thinks about what weapons this was going to be close combat, so she will banish the sabre she has into her storage gauntlet. Replacing it with two claws that have a tri-blade design on the backs of the arm mounts. She seems ready for close combat as she looks to the Kid for a moment.

"Huh? I see."

The newman listens to the Director and seems to get where he's coming from. Still, it's not her call in the end but the man was thinking about his future and his people's own?

"Thanks, hopefully, we'll be back later with the good news."

She notes with that she'll fire up her claws the pink photon blades shimmer to life. She soon moves to follow the director into the tunnels below the quary she's fought in tight places like this before and seems most at ease here.

So there were religious reasons she listens she can kind of get it but what religion Crys follow is not very organized in the end. She does know of gods but she's not sure what to make of the local ones here.

"Victory or death I get it. Better I die fighting than my body burning out."

She smirks to Makima a bit later "Ya know Majima this is going to be a new one for me."

She readies her weapons and falls in along side Majima reay to strike.
Priscilla     Priscilla, accepting the director slash foreman's explanation without issue, mostly shows her interest in the gasfellas. She certainly remembers those. She remembers that Rucks told her about how they used to be like. She hadn't quite expected it to see them with her own eyes. Low enough that only the immediate party will hear, and not confuse the mine director any further, she murmurs "It is a strange thing, to see such creatures formerly concerned with little but mad aggression, in such civilized circumstances. I was told they were not always as wild beasts, but I had not truly imagined it." It's neat. She enjoys watching it. She doesn't quite smile, but it's another thing she likes about this trip.

    Rather than having some sassy comment about the likelihood of dying in combat against 'Sir Lunky', Priscilla drily remarks "It is as thou said. There is no sense in sending good men after dead men." Though she retains her frosty silence towards the Ura on the way down, kept to silence sheerly because she at least retains the awareness that these Ura have yet to commit, or rather, haven't ever committed, the unforgivable offenses for which she borderline exterminated their people before the Reset, Priscilla does eventually ease up on it by a bare degree when the hunting leader makes their motivation here known.

    "Sir Goro is correct. That thou art willing to compromise, slightly, upon such beliefs, in order to straighten hanging threads of grudges of old . . . I cannot fault thee for it." That's the extent of feedback she has to give.

    Though the giant frog thing almost certainly won't understand jack from fuck about what Priscilla has to say, it's a little personal ritual of hers, or perhaps closure, for her to draw Moonlight (illuminating the cave further) and first say "Well met again, chosen of the quarry. Though thou remember not our first meeting, I supposeth it is a small honour of mine to dance this dance once again. Thou art worthy of some respect, knowing thee well from once before."

    That's as far as it goes before she brandishes the humming blade twice and flings gleaming arcs of light across the room and into Sir Lunky; flashes of pale, searing moonlight that cleave and explode in conflagrations of sorcerous energies.
The Kid     The blades of moonlight shine bright in the dim cavern, scoring cuts deep in the stone mask of the giant frog, but failing to cut through to its flesh. "Lunkheads make their masks by ingesting stone, regurgitating it, and pressing their face in the mass over the course of years. It would take a mammoth effort to crack one such as this, formed over decades," the Ura huntress explains patiently as her party scatters, taking up positions around the edge of the cavern.

    With an affronted croak, Sir Lunky takes to the air, leaping so high that he vanishes in the darkness above. But what comes up must come down. He crashes into the stone floor, sending tremors throughout that causes sizeable stone and crystals to rain down from above, presenting a hazard to all present.

    The Kid produces his Scrap Musket, and levels it at the great forg, firing into its face. The scattered blast of pellets and shrapnel are centred on the slim eyeholes of the mask. Each shot aimed at trying to take an eye out. The Ura meanwhile, fire barbed bolts at the back and sides of the frog, the darts trailing slim ropes that are secured to stalagmites. "A Lunkhead's hide is tough. Attempt to use its own leaps against it to wound it," the huntress advises.
Majima Goro     "Eh? So this thing ain't unique, huh?" Majima is, at least, literally prepared for 'things dropping on his head'. He's got a hard hat, after all. Still, there's his shoulders and arms. He flares up with a pink flame, starting to move more rhythmically. Arms cross and uncross. Leg steps in front, steps back. And then he -moves-. He's a fast man, even at his age. He just seems to slide from place to place, while still moving to some unheard beat.

This does, occasionally, put him in the way of various Ura firing, but he seems to get out of their way just in time each time.
"Use its own leaps against it? Fuck does that mean?" He complains loudly, his eye darting around the cave. Nah. That's not his style, whatever it is. So instead, he's going to do what he does best. He sprints forward from behind the frog, getting himself in position, and then using the darts embedded in its body to climb atop it. The best case scenario here is that he finds a weaker part of its hide to start cutting at with the knife he's whipped out--fire turning purple as he does.

The worst case scenario is he just gets to ride a goddamn giant frog.
Priscilla     "Unique in its size, age, and ferocity." Priscilla replies to Majima. "If one is familiar with white whales or nemean lions." She doesn't let down her arm, sword still extended, glimmering, shimmering, singing, even, casting off its dancing embers of cyan white. Waiting for the giant Lunkhead's move.

    She has some familiarity with its patterns now, obviously. Though it was a while ago and a single engagement, and so she couldn't possibly have committed the matchup to muscle memory, she isn't surprised by it. She reaches into a mystery pocket, pulls out a fistfull of small glowing pebbles, and chucks them upwards after the great beast, illuminating it in a faint rainbow at the apex of its jump, so that she can anticipate where it will land. She avoids that much easily, then has to direct her attention above, to the avalanche she knows is coming.

    It's still not easy to avoid. Of course, being invisible doesn't help against acts of nature, set in motion without aim or purpose. She has to rely on speed and grace to maneuver around them, accepting being pelted with fragmets and shards when necessary to whirl to a safe space between falling masses. Producing her scythe instead, she turns the heavy, angular back end forward, and swings in almost bat-like fashion against a particularly girthy stalactite that would be too tricky to get out from under, smashing it into several tall splinters and throwing them to all sides with a deafening crack, feeling the hard feedback in her fingers.

    "I imagine thusly." she replies to Majima once more, already inspired by the hunting part's wisdom. She's thought of something she hadn't developed nearly so well last time. Taking a deep breath and then releasing it, crossing then spreading her arms, Priscilla throws out a spontaneous raging gale of wind and snow, briefly plunging most of the cavern into a whipping crosswind of fierce, blinding blizzards. Frost spreads in thick spiderwebs across the floor, 'melting in reverse' in the way it builds up, leaving clear spots for people to maneuver, but creating huge upwards facing spikes of ice that are too close for the giant toad-monsters to cleanly fit between.
Crys Gattz Crys has known of Priscilla for a very long time but has never really seen he fight before, so this was going to be quite the experience. She will make ready knowing of everyone here she's the least valuable to the Concord but she's okay with that. There's a certain freedom that she enjoys. Still Now that it time to fight she will look the creature down with her one good eye change her posture a bit and gets a bit more of a stance like a predator and then she will strike charing for the creature leaping into the air and coming down closer to the beast.

The Kid opens up with his weapon. Good ranged support that should be useful. She also notices that Majima is also going to be looking up close from the looks of it. She sees him go up and likes his idea as she leaps sup trying to use her claw to grab hold of the beast and carve he way up as she climbs after him. Hopefully, she can do some serious damage here on he way up she's got a plan if she can get to the thing's head. Or she may just anger it and get knocked into a wall.
The Kid     Majima and Crys both mount Sir Lunky, one using the darts fired by the Ura as the other claws their way up. The Ura shout in surprise and aggravation. Such outrageous tactics fly in the face of those they have developed over generations. But none can deny the effectiveness as chunks are carved out of the monster frog's back and sides. The stone mask is all but impenetrable, but that means its body never develops the scar tissue needed to resist damage. The flesh is thick, but parts easil;y under focussed assault

    Priscilla sees fit to make things more hazardous for Sir Lunky. The icy spikes immediately grab its attention, and it's intelligent enough to understand their purpose. Baleful eyes swivel, trying to find the source of the change in environ, and the Ura huntress seizes the moment. Gliding along the frosted ground, she lays low to slide under the belly of the beast, bringing her machete to bear on his underside.

    The Kid keeps firing away with his Musket, rolling whenever something sees fit to nearly land on him. One shot finally lands cleanly, the frog rearing back and howling in agony. It leaps again, an almighty jump that carries Majima and Crys along with it. They slam into the roof, once again sending down more debris. The impact was so forceful that Sir Lunky is embedded in the stone for a moment. And he uses that moment to brace his legs and launch himself downward.

    But this is on bellyflop. He is pointing his mask right at the ground and torpedoing towards it.

    The impact is incredible, scattering stone and air both in a massive burst. The ground shudders, cracks, and begins to give way, the cavern opening up to an even grater cavern below. There is still ground underfoot for the moment, but that is changing by the second as the crater spreads.
Majima Goro     The great part about this plan is going 'up' when frog goes 'up'. The bad part about this plan is going up when frog leaps *all* the way up.

"Eeeyaaaaiii!" Majima loudly complains, but he's hellbent on this plan. Besides, his knife's stuck in the frog right now. He just spreads out, bracing himself as the frog just sort of...full-body mashes him into the ceiling. He's..very glad he has the hard hat right now. He's probably going to have to replace it. He could hear the shattering crack. There is also a disconcerting amount of pause before the frog starts to fall, but that gives the man time to recover his bearings. This frog's not going straight down, he's going at an angle, which means he's going to have to hold on for dear life.

"Yeaaaahahaha! Waahoo!" That's much better. Look! They're doing -earthshattering- amounts of damage here, look at that..falling..ground.

A beat. A single, solitary beat.

"...Ah, -fuck-. Come along, little froggie, we're goin' on a ride!"

Did you think Majima was not going to ride the frog into the abyss? Why the fuck would Majima ever not ride the frog into the abyss?
Crys Gattz Crys Gattz is from a whole other school of fighting born of certain armour and weapon technology. Which her own world developed and it throws a wrench into how the local fight. She will keep going hacking into the monster frog's back. The Nei claws seem to do pretty well, then Pricilla brings some of her power to bear and draw its attention from that for a moment.

The ice also opens up new options for the rest of the team that is hunting this creature, the Ura huntress makes use of this slicing the thing up the belly, while Kid keeps laying down fire in their support.

She's carried along as the frog keeps leaping again she hangs on stubbornly as she does so and the impact it makes is quite the image which rattles Crys. The impact triggers her photon armour as stone and air assault her actually cutting her up fairly notably under her defences. She tries to hand on with one hand while focusing a tech with another trying to drive one hand into one of the wounds she's caused and casting said tech.

"Foie"

The burst of flame if it works is going to do a number on the beast or she's going to be in for a world of hurt. Maybe it will end up being both but he's fighting and much like Majima she is totally not letting go.
Priscilla     "I see. The beast's cunning was one thing little able to recognize before." Priscilla says. She narrows her eyes by fractions at the way 'Sir Lunky' immediately figures out what she's doing, and how generally suicidal it'd be to jump up and land belly first anywhere in the room now. Knowing well enough to get out of the way at that point, Priscilla uses the opportunity of the Ura huntress opening the frog's underside to disappear from sight in a little whirl of snowflakes, the roving gaze of the Lunkhead now being the more relevant threat.

    The thick stone mask, with the whole weight of the oversized monster behind it, is easily enough to crush spires of ephemeral ice, as lethally sharp and cold as they might be. The impact actually launches Priscilla off the ground by a couple of feet, losing traction for a moment when she pops up into the air and falls back down, holding her breath in surprise from the sheer force of it. She checks quickly to make sure none of the Ura have been turned into a red paste by it, then prepares for the floor to collapse.

    The snowy winds rise again. This time they actually deposit their viciously swirling payload, rapidly filling the spreading cracks with voluminous quantities of glittering white. When the floor gives, heavy quantities of packed snow will accelerate to the bottom and splash into a thick drift, ideally cushioning the fall of everyone involved, and in an even more ideal world, leaving Sir Lunky stuck upside down in it for a moment or two.
The Kid     With a savage crack, the floor gives way.

    All senses are assaulted. The tumbling sources of light cast wild shadows with the falling rocks, the great roar and pained shouts of Sir Lunky echo throughout, the mouth fills with the taste of dust and dirt which coats the skin, with shards of stone embedding against flesh. The smell of burned frog flesh fills the air as Crys scorches the beast on the way down, the wound cooling in the packed snow Priscilla conjures below to cushion the fall.

    Lunky goes spreadeagle as he falls, aiming to land his belly on the snow, but a sudden burst of flame impacts his side, causing him to roar and go tumbling instead, landing on his back beside the snow pile. The Kid is clutching a great Mortar in his arms, his eyes wide and pupils dilated. The moment he lands, he tucks into a roll and replaces the cannon with a spear. "Kill 'im," he intones.

    He leaps, coming down on the frog's belly with the spear point. The Ura join him, stabbing over and over, but he's still writhing and struggling to get up.
Majima Goro Majima has survived the fall.
There is a grin on his face a mile wide, as he's only finally dislodged in time for the frog to get nailed by the mortar. He lands in a roll, flashing back into his familiar dance patterns to mitigate the various damages that 'falling a concerning height atop a frog and then jumping off' can cause. He pops his neck. Rolls his shoulders.

And then he pulls out the can of energy drink. It's held to his mouth, and then..crushed. He just forces a torrent of caffeine and amino acids down his throat, and then he's got the bat out in one hand..and the dagger in the other.

"Neeeehahahahaha!" He declares, leaning back with knees bent, weapons raised upwards, before he's up at the frog. First, along his leg, lowering to leave a long gash in its torn body. Then, around its belly, he jams the bat downward, using it to launch himself into the air--and first the knife is thrown. Right into the left eye of the giant angry frog, and as he falls, the bat swings around...

And Majima basically drives himself like a hammer and nail to push the wooden bat into its other eye, before jumping off entirely.

He's having a good day today.
Crys Gattz Things are going decently well at this point in time the creature seems to be on its last legs and Priscilla has aided them some more with the snow lessening the impact on them all. Sure it means Lunky is not as hurt as it would have been. Though with the power the Concord and locals have? That should not be an issue to finish the creature off. She too has survived the fall and she finally lets go of the monster she will notice that Majima is grinning pretty widely at this.

He must be enjoying this about as much as she is though here face remains far more natural.

"All right then let's finish it."

She swaps weapons summoning a pair of photon sabres which replace the claws she had in a flash of light.

A second later she joins in the savage assault on the frog aiming to strike for its belly and add to the finishing assault upon it.
Priscilla     Landing in a hefty puff of snow herself, Priscilla sees the golden opportunity at the same time the Kid announces it. Her agreement is wordless, shared almost subconsciously. Even Majima is going absolutely nuts, in his eccentric, adrenaline-fueled style, indicating even he smells the blood in the water.

    Of course she quickly disappears in the ensuing melee, rising above the snowy mayhem on one of several sets of identical, short icy pillars. After the mortar's explosion, midway through Majima's and Crys' assaults, Priscilla leaps high herself to gain a direct vertical position over the giant Lunkhead's exposed belly. What cannot be cloaked is the arrow of light that explodes in mid-air, pointed straight down, conjuring a fearsome whirlwind of strange and arcane energies into a glittering, song-howling vortex that burns like cold fire around a sword that is itself pointlessly invisible. She drops down straight on its torso, and plunges the blade deep in with all of her weight, discharging the moonlight vortex as an eldritch explosion inside.
The Kid     The deep, bass shriek of Sir Lunky as Majima drives his knife into one of its eyes and then mashes the other with a bat makes another collapse a likely risk. Crys joins the assault on the belly of the beast, carving it open until the stink of its internals permeates the air. Ura hunters drive spears through his hands and legs to hold him down at Priscilla takes to the air, coming down with a sword tip that buries deep into the frog's breast before erupting with magic.

    Every muscle in Sir Lunky's body goes taut all at once, before it slumps. Once again, he is dead.

    The Ura all place a fist over their heart, and engage in a mutual prayer. It's muttered, but the words 'Mother' and 'star' are heard over and again. Kid fishes a drink from his belt and downs it in a single gulp before wiping his mouth. "Thanks everyone," he gasps.

    Getting out of the hole and back to the elevator is a bit of a chore, but thankfully Kid and the Ura both brought ropes and arrows to fire up to clamber out of the hole. The wait for it to descend after hitting the button is long, but much less awkward than the descent. Some Ura stay down below to carve out some hide for later tanning, others collect saliva and explain it's an excellent bonding agent.

    The huntress speaks with the Kid. Or rather, speaks at him, he's still a man of few words. "It seems our people can accomplish great things if they come together. Though, your friends from beyond these lands did more than their share of the work." She seems to smile at them from under her mask. "But... I worry. As your City expands above, so too do we expand below. Eventually, we'll meet. Our tunnels putting your walls at risk. We could both stop in the middle, but we'll both start running out of room. It's a problem I don't need to worry about, and nor will my children. Nor even my children's children. But it is a problem we will need to face."

    Another Ura shouts at her to stop talking everyone's ear off, and she does. But Kid says, "You're right. I ain't much for thinkin', but I'll think on it." A cheerful ding once again indicates the elevator's arrival. "... you all did a number on this place," the foreman comments, looking down into the hole. "But hey, new cavern means even more opportunities. A deal's a deal. We'll send some Fragments off to the Bastion for ya."

    Another handshake offered to all (again with the gloves off first), and invitations are extended to join the miners at the nearby dive. The Ura are invited too. They nearly politely decline, but the huntress accepts for all of them. The Kid goes too, and looks to everyone in the hopes that they'll come along.
Majima Goro Majima, as a small epilogue, absolutely goes down to the 'nearby dive'. He has precisely one of everything on the menu, over the course of the evening. Including the booze.

But you knew this.
Crys Gattz Crys is a bit rattled from the fight he's also covered in guts right now and she knows she looks terrible as the thing finally falls to the combined assault with Priscilla's rather epic finish to the fight. She will, however, get quiet as the Ura offer their prayers. She looks over to the huntress and the Kid for a moment once the prayers are finished.

"Good hunting with you. Sir Lunky was a formidable foe. As for that issue? Good luck mayhaps, the multiverse could help hold an answer to that? Also, good luck on your mining operations, may the yield be good."

She will shake the hand that is offered and she will happily go to the dive and have a night of party time.