<em>"What do they care what we do with their remains? It's a pity they're skeletons, many fine lassos have been made from the guts of animals and as humans are we not, too, animals? Pity indeed for there is much to be done with just a liver or even the under-appreciated pancreas."</em>As soon as the last words left his mouth, the smallest of the three double over, hacking violently into his hand which did little good for now he was inhaling bone and concrete dust that scratched at the insides of his lungs like a prisoner, raking until nails popped off one by one and causing pain and just a droplet of blood to come up before he stumbled to lean against a post bent at an acute angle, shuddering and wheezing. He was now a good pigment paler than before, eyes wide as he tried to calm down enough to even talk.<br/><br/>"L-like I was saying... no real weapons. Unless one of us has a secret surname of Mcgyver then we're pretty much starting with some crude stuff that'll break or be too clunky to wield effectively. We can only hope whatever comes along can't move fast and hasn't got any kind of brain power to go off of." For the first time since he woke up, Seren managed a laugh that was not only frail, but quite aware of the hopelessness of it all and still managed to be birthed from his throat to strangle itself in the flat air. "So basically we're hoping nothing like Pyramid Head crops up." Knowing their luck, however, not only would such a creature emerge, but they wouldn't be given the luxury of starting from a save point when the boss came in for the kill with its equivalent of a butcher's knife the size of a grown man.