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            Before you can even really process the thought properly (not that you’ve ever been the type to think things through or anything), you’re down on one knee in a perfect baseball slide under the octopus, and then you have one of your best explosive arrows nocked, drawn, released, and you watch it fire straight up into the thing’s metal insides.

            For a moment, there’s nothing, as the battle between the metal monster and your teammates continues undeterred.

            You brace yourself.