A grenade blows Martes clean in two, leaving the extractors' resident slime both physically and mentally divided. Reuniting the warring factions of her personality will be a challenge—even if they don't kill each other first.
Oh! Both Martes-sans!
!مارتيس-تشان الاثنتان
Martes-sans!
¡Par de Martes!
¡Par de Martes!
Les deux Martès !
Oh! Martes uno e due!
Vocês duas, Martes-sans!
Ох, девочки!