on the morning of day 28....
we've not slept...
we've wept...
we've mourned our lost brother princessnate...
in the dark endless abyss of the fight caves... the clinging and clashing of sword to armor, the piercing of broad bolts into the heart of ket-zek... the beast's last roar until the abrupt halting of battle... as princessnate awaits the next wave.. he realizes.. in his backpack... he lacks the ultimate necessity... the saradomin brew....
as the next ket-zek prepares for battle, princessnate... in the blink of an eye... vanishes into the exit...