The feeling of being light as air fills our heroines’ currently-little hearts with joy! Happy thoughts propel them over Cerberamic, whose three heads wear an expression of confusion as they sniff around the rubble and occasionally bark into it.
One head finally perks upward at the Princess’ insistence that they can be a good dog.
"RUFF ROO ROOF ROFF RUFF!" is Cerberamic’s reply to that.
The shadow wisps spread up the sloped wall, forming hands that try to snatch our heroine’s from their flight! They easily outmaneuver the hands, but one might notice the hand that tries to take Thundra has a fur-clad forearm. The one that attempts to swat the princess is daintily tea-gloved, and the one that moves to strike Pira has claws.
After a few evasive maneuvers, our heroines’ recognize the shadowy hands as silhouettes of their own hands!
They also get a glimpse of what’s beyond the shadow-man at the end of the corridor—a catwalk overlooking an area a hundred feet below, or maybe hundreds—it seems like a mile when shrunken a tenth of your height or smaller!
Whatever is down there is massive and pink and surrounded by strange black pillars with squares of red-gold flashing all about them. Tendrils of shadow hold the pink metal thing in place.
Only Casanova knows what it is—it’s Pinky!
The shadow man raises his sword.
"I won that pink thing fair and square!" he gripes.
"Shoo, girls!" His shoo-ing with the sword creates a wind that blows our heroines’ into the very place the shadow man meant to shoo them away from!
"Hey! Stay outta there!"
His voice is oddly boyish. As is a voice coming from way down below, about where the pink thing is.
"HLLP GRT ME URTA HRRR!"OOC:
I’ll hold off to see whether you say anything to the shadow man or you ignore him and fly down.
You can effortlessly stay out of any enemy’s reach. Nothing can (currently) stop you from flying toward the ‘green’ voice.