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TK hurriedly pushed back up to her knees, wheezing and gasping for breath, rubbing absently at her throbbing neck. "Kinda...forgot...big guy..." she rasped, coughing a bit past her sudden, lopsided smirk. "Only...as strong...as your... *cough*" She didn't waste her breath correcting the cough-shortened statement, certain that the pain-wracked villain knew exactly what she'd meant...

The fallen giant's reply was at first limited to a low, rumbling groan, the burly brute curled down on himself protectively, rocking gently on his side in pain. But he pushed past that to manage a gravelly-tense snarl, "I'm...gonna...tear your head...off...shrimp..." He coughed a bit, and turned his head to glare at her, "Y-you're not...gonna be able...to run far enough...or fast enough..."

Morgus' threat was certainly heartfelt, though given his present condition, it did ring more with an air of petty anger than real danger. But, TK knew that even though he was downed at the moment, that wasn't going to last forever. Trying to get out of the high-tech dungeon before the angry mammoth recovered seemed like the right idea...but if nothing else, his threat had a grain of truth in it: He would come after her...and she was in no hurry - or even shape - to go another round with him.

Then TK's eyes lit on the control panel, tracked back to the columns...and a crafty smile played across her lips. Stumbling back to her feet, she hurried over toward the machine...

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TK hurriedly pushed back up to her knees, wheezing and gasping for breath, rubbing absently at her throbbing neck. "Kinda...forgot...big guy..." she rasped, coughing a bit past her sudden, lopsided smirk. "Only...as strong...as your... *cough*" She didn't waste her breath correcting the cough-shortened statement, certain that the pain-wracked villain knew exactly what she'd meant...

The fallen giant's reply was at first limited to a low, rumbling groan, the burly brute curled down on himself protectively, rocking gently on his side in pain. But he pushed past that to manage a gravelly-tense snarl, "I'm...gonna...tear your head...off...shrimp..." He coughed a bit, and turned his head to glare at her, "Y-you're not...gonna be able...to run far enough...or fast enough..."

Morgus' threat was certainly heartfelt, though given his present condition, it did ring more with an air of petty anger than real danger. But, TK knew that even though he was downed at the moment, that wasn't going to last forever. Trying to get out of the high-tech dungeon before the angry mammoth recovered seemed like the right idea...but if nothing else, his threat had a grain of truth in it: He would come after her...and she was in no hurry - or even shape - to go another round with him.

Then TK's eyes lit on the control panel, tracked back to the columns...and a crafty smile played across her lips. Stumbling back to her feet, she hurried over toward the machine...

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To Part 48