Oh, she has you all figured out, doesn't she? Blitzo smirks slyly, only for his reds to widen as he notices another imp entering the battle, watching Karmen leap at the thing creeping up the fish's mouth with a ruby red sword in her jaws. She starts kicking her way inside, kicking one of the creature's teeth out of its gum socket so she can swing inside. The next thing the two knew, blood was streaming from the creature's neck, and ruby crimson stained the once baby blue waves as Millie and Karmen, shakily standing, panting after their so-called triumph, came to beach. Karma groans as she feels her body hurt, her grasp tightening around the flask in her palm. She sits on the beach, looking regretfully at the pink flask, her claws scraping on it nervously, a surge of emotions clashing with one another. Her lips becomes as parched as a desert once again; one tiny drink wouldn't harm, right?
"What, no? How is this possible? I've never experimented with acid, mushrooms, or DMT! It's an awful journey! Gevault, gevault! Of course, this is your fault, Blitzo! ....... Would you promise me that you won't criticize me because my lungs are full of honesty? .... I'm not trying to spill too much, but I'm in too deep, so first and foremost... FUCK YOU!! This is usual; nevertheless, two people may participate in this game of dismay! Because I'm tormenting you in YOUR delusion if YOU'RE here, creating irritation!"
