You only manage to pull out a paper mache doll. 2 hits, 0 wounds on it.>>452556
You're up, but still sore.>>452559
You choke her throat and her spirit. She couldn't even get one last prayer or word out. You've destroyed her sense of self. Her body is disciplined enough that she doesn't fall over, but she simply stares at the sky with empty eyes and tears coming out.
You leave the two and head towards the back door, but several soldiers have arrived, amongst them an odd looking Zebra dressed in blue and grey, with a simple hat and a mustache.
"The Interpreters foresaw this, and placed us, waiting for your inevitable, but soon to be rebuffed, attack. Perhaps you can entertain us?"
Three soldiers and the Zebra stand before you.