Ready yourself for battle.

Emerging from the door is a dark figure. He wears a full suit of black leather, and his cloak wraps around enough of his body to grant him the visage of a walking silhouette. A hood hangs down from atop his head, and within the casted shadow is a featureless white mask. Two vacant eye holes stare with a familiar malevolence. If that wasn't enough to spark your memory, a razor sharp blade extends down past each hand by metal bands around his forearms. Faceless--enemy of Rabbit's Foot, and one you've personally fought as well. You remember that beneath that mask of his looms a skinless face. You know little about this skeletal foe, other than when you last faced him, he wasn't hostile, and only sought you out to deliver a message. He warned you not to trust the other Demon Kings. Whether or not that was just Elok trying to get in your head, you're not sure.

This time, however, he lifts a few inches up from the ground. His cloak billows, and he brings both arm blades out to his sides. "I had assumed we'd meet again eventually." His voice is raspy and decrepit.

"Faceless!" RF shouts. She spins the bo staff in her hand before pulling it around behind her back in a combat stance. "I don't know why you're here, but you won't stop us from proceeding. Face me if you dare. After all this time, I've only gotten stronger."

"That goes for the both of us, Rabbit's Foot." He slowly hovers forward, saving himself from having to worry about any pressure plates below. As he nears, he grinds the two blades against one another with a terrible screech of metal on metal. "To the bitter end, I'll serve my master, and when my duty is complete, I'll finally rest in peace."

"I'll put you back in the ground right now, Faceless! No matter what, I'm still the lucky heroine of Tivera, Rabbit's Foot!"

Like a marionette, the masked man soars down through the air with arms to the sides. It's a terrifying image, though RF doesn't falter. His first right hook swings straight over her head, and when the second one comes, she's already prepared to block it with her staff. After deflecting away his blow, she swings a palm forwards to crash against his midsection. This sends him flying backwards, though when she tries to push the advantage, her ears twitch to the sound of a click below her foot.

Another magical blade! In a blank, it flashes down from the ceiling just as the other did, but thankfully, she manages to nimbly dodge with a tumble forwards.

"Why are you here?" you call out from behind. With your sword drawn, you prepare to cast a spell.

Pushing his own advantage, Faceless swings a blade vertically down at his opponent who is already struggling to recover from the narrow miss by the trap. The point of his blade, however, just barely touches the surface of her spandex, up her stomach, between her breasts, and past her chin as she can hear the whistle of other the weapon cutting through the air. "This is my home!"

She briefly drops her weapon to grab the floor. Then, she swings her legs up and slams the flats of her feet right against her foe's stomach. It sends him flying back yet again.

"Your home?" RF asks under her breath. "You live here?"

"I was born here," Faceless replies.

"Why do you fight us? We're here to stop Elok Daven's evil plans! What do you hope to gain?"

"I know not why I fought before, but now there's only one thing I desire." He dashes down from above like a hawk, but instead of striking out against Rabbit's Foot, he slams a foot down on a pressure plate below him. When he does, a magical blade fires down from the ceiling a mere inch away from his foe. Though, he uses her distraction to strike yet again. He drives both of his weapons forwards and screams, "An ending!"

She grabs his wrists.

Caught off guard, he doesn't expect her forehead against his own. The mask cracks and breaks away, revealing a skull beneath.

She delivers a roundhouse kick to once again send him away before lifting her staff with her foot to flick up back into her hands. "You shouldn't fight to die, Faceless."

"Rabbit's Foot... I'm already dead."

Amara raises her staff. "He is one of the undead, though is also certainly more sentient and more powerful than what is common. Sadly, there is no cure to being risen, other than being put back in the grave."

"Sad, but we need to get through," you say. "And if an ending is what he wants, then it's what he'll get. Rabbit's Foot! Just keep fighting!"

"You've got it," she replies quickly.

As the two of them once again enter a dance of ****, you bring Lauo up into your other hand. It's time to try another combination with your Spell Blending technique. With a deep breath, you slide a hand up the flat of the metal as you whisper, "Entangle Bolt". In the wake of your grasp, tiny blue tendrils begin to curl out from the weapon itself. Then, you pull your sword back with the tip aimed forwards. You watch closely, waiting for your moment.

Not yet. Careful now. Trust in Lala. She can hold her own, even in a dangerous situation. Sending someone else in would only put them in danger with the traps everywhere. I just need to wait for--Now!

You thrust forward, sending a shadowy blue bolt to strike the back of Faceless. It sends him forward, but that isn't all. He slams down against one of the previously triggered pressure plates, and then is bound to the floor by the tendrils that envelop him. Before he can cut himself free or pull away, the trap is set off. In less than a second, there's a sound of slicing through the air, but also bone, as the upper bust of Faceless is severed from the rest of his body.

Snow waves a hand towards the rest of the party. "Follow my steps exactly." Then she begins to move carefully over each of the plates, leading the party all the way to the exit door.

You stop by Lalarin, however, who stands over the destroyed body of Faceless.

He still speaks. However, his voice is even more difficult to hear than before. "... Listen, Kyle Warren," he mutters. His teeth of his skull clatter together. "There will be other threats as you descend. Creatures, confused and lost. I came here to help them, but they're beyond my reach."

"What creatures?" RF asks.

"Those similar to me... I was an experiment, as were they. But this place has been long since abandoned by its master. All inside were deemed failures. This is where Breiah and Elok Daven sought evolution through means of dark magic. LAB #4 - ****."

Amara holds her staff close. "That is why I feel so unnerved."

"My last request is for you to put them to rest... Do what my master refused to do. Thank you, Rabbit's Foot. Thank you, Kyle Warren. After all this time, I can finally rest." The skull then rolls to the side. Hardly a moment more passes before his jaw falls limp, and Faceless ceases to be.

"We should go," you say. "It sounds like we have monsters to slay and souls to free."

Rabbit's Foot breathes a sigh of relief. "And I didn't even get a scratch on me. Rest in peace, Faceless. I--" She then gasps as she looks down. While the front of her suit is always open by a thin cut down the middle to her belly button, it isn't supposed to be by more than that! One of the attacks must have just barely cut it. Suddenly, the spandex pulls open, causing her tits to spill out for a moment before she catches them. "Mend, please! Mend!" she cries.