Attack.

With the weight of the weapon and the unknown abilities of the very evil creature in front of you it really feels like you have exactly one shot. Your footfalls are basically silent and your body moves like a trained athlete as you make your way to the target that is making remarkable progress at putting your old body back together. You heft the sword like a spear, pick up speed and in one thrusting motion impale him to the machine. The black goo flows from the wound and he cackles like a madman. “Don’t you see all you’ve done is made me stronger.” Yanking your dagger you thrust up under his chin then hit the pommel till he shuts up. Yanking out the sword you then remove the head before doing the same to the old you.

Panting you stumble away in a daze of exertion before you vomit every last thing in your guts. “Fuck. I just...” You steady yourself and wipe your mouth with your hand. “I did it. I actually did it.” Then you glance around and add, “I better get the fuck out of here.” Walking through the door you realize you have no idea where to go. You don’t have any demon guiding your reins, the voice hasn’t returned to demand anything, you seem to be free, well in hell, but free. Now to figure out where to go. “The portal, maybe I can get something to open the big door.” You sneak your way back there having to be much more careful where you step as every rock hurts like hell, shoes are a must, but at least your vision and hearing are better so you have a much easier time keeping hidden. You get to the door undetected rather easily, but getting through it is another matter.