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Elsa:  While still wielding her kukri, dangling from one hand, Elsa, herself like a black shadow, was able to slip around each of Rom’s surely fatal swings. Her movements were precarious, walking a thin line, just barely away from life-threatening danger, and still it was she who was in control of the fight, not Rom.
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Subaru:  This can’t be good, thought Subaru instinctively. Something in his head was setting off an alarm. "This is bad…" muttered Subaru, his lips shaking.
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Felt:  "Don’t worry. There’s no way Old Man Rom can lose! Ever since I can remember, I’ve never seen Rom lose a fight!" Felt yelled back, putting her trust for Rom in words as if to dispel her own doubts.
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Subaru:  Despite Felt’s confidence, Subaru was preparing for the worst. But he couldn’t figure out why.
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Rom:  "Take that!" Rom yelled and kicked over the table, the same small wooden table they had been negotiating around. The table split and splintered from the force of the kick, and for an instant Elsa, who was up against a wall, was hidden behind its fragments, her line of sight cut off. Rom swung his club down with all his might. If the hit landed, it was sure to be an instant kill. However…
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Felt:  "Rom!" Felt’s distraught scream shook the air inside the loot cellar.
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Subaru:  Subaru then saw the result that scream had sought to prevent. Something was flying, spinning in the air. It was Rom’s right arm, still tightly gripping his club. The arm, which had been severed at the shoulder, flew through the air, spraying blood everywhere before it landed against the wall. The whole room had been showered with blood.
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Felt:  Felt screamed again.
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Rom:  "If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me!" Having lost his right arm, Rom was spraying blood out of his shoulder like a hose. Without even trying to stop the flow of blood, Rom leapt forward toward Elsa, to attack her with his one remaining arm.
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Elsa:  As the splintered wooden table fell to the ground, Elsa stood behind it, still holding the position of the follow-through of her swing. Before Elsa could flip the kukri back around, Rom’s giant body would crush her. But in that fleeting moment of Rom’s last stand… "I forgot to tell you before, but thank you for the milk." …he was cut short. With her other hand Elsa struck with a broken shard from the very glass she had been drinking from. On the sharp tip of the shard were droplets of blood—blood that had come from Rom’s slit throat.