-three weeks later-
“Puppy, get back here! Those are for the reception!” Dennis chased Sagebear down the hall, dressed in his leather vest and bandana ensemble like he had for his own wedding.
Sagebear herself was dressed in her very own dog tuxedo, carrying a package of raw steaks between her teeth. She waddled down past a corner, into one of the doors on the other side.
When Dennis turned said corner himself, it looked as though Sagebear disappeared into thin air.
Malum’s decapitated head fell to the ground with everyone watching. It ended up splattering all over like an overripe melon, with some of the mess getting on Meliora’s face.
Then, all was silent for a little while. It became so quiet, that it was almost stifling. Annette bent over the edge of the pillar, trying to get a better look.
“Is it over?” She could hear Shark quietly ask.
Malum continued to laugh at Annette’s apparent misfortune, beckoning the others to come closer to her.
“There’s no need to be shy, everyone!” She said to them. “I’m sure dear Annette is aching to hear your voices again!
Annette could only wait with intense dread as the group stepped forward to confront her.
It was thankfully getting to be a bit easier to inflict hits on her sister now.
Meliora unfortunately had no time to admire the sword cuts on Malum’s body, as she had to jump out of the way from a lunging attack.
By this time, Malum had become a snarling mess, with her hair flying every which way. She glared upon her sister, and began slamming her hunting knife against the floor.
By some stroke of luck, Meliora had managed to get a hit on Malum. From this moment of serendipity, both of them appeared to be shocked.
It was to be expected. In some quick, momentary lapse, Malum’s Omnipotence seemed to have failed her.
At least it was getting a little easier to dodge attacks.
Meliora kept telling herself that as she managed to stay on her feet after yet another series of parried sword cuts.
Once she jumped back, Malum grinned at the way her sister was struggling to stay upright. She then took a glance at her hunting knife, and licked off any blood that managed to be spilt on it.
It felt as if all Meliora could do for now was block all her sister’s attacks. Malum didn’t leave any openings whatsoever for her to get through.
One particular swing of her hunting knife was enough to knock Meliora to the ground. It took all she had to keep a hold of the blade she was carrying.
“Damn sis,” Malum said as she taunted her twin, “you’ve been getting rusty over all these years.”