OF THE TALE WHICH THE FALLEN BLOODFIENDS HAVE FAILED TO TELL, DESPITE THEIR BEST ENDEAVORS (before battle)

P-please... Don't kill me.

I... it's been two hundred years since I was this full... Can you imagine... what it feels like to have the ravenousness eat you alive for two whole centuries...?

Please, please? I... I got too excited. I'll live like I did before, in the shadows. Like I don't even exist. Please...

Tell us where the device is, and I'll think about it.

H-head over to that attraction over there. I'll let you in on a shortcut that'll lead you straight to the button. Just follow me.

Enter, and immediately turn right...

Ooh. Nice, nice... Immediately turn right, and...

...!

We shall not bargain with villains.

Canst thou not see the corpses the villain hath left in her wake? Her innocent victims? Lo, some of them appear to be fresh bodies.

The closer we got to the attraction, the more the roads became riddled with mangled corpses.

Don Quixote was right. Some of them did look pretty new... some of them, only hours since their death, at most.

... Of course, Outis did not appear even remotely receptive to her reasoning.

... We could've saved much time with that shortcut. There are times when we must compromise with our foes to give us an advantage in the grand scheme of -

Alas! Yet, what meaning shall that 'shortcut' signify, if thy path is one guided by the hand of the wicked?

How are you still on about that nonsense, you little -

Oi, let the lass be. It ain't the first time, innit? Look alive. We've got more of 'em incoming.

Holy crap... there's more of them!

Keeagh!