Moyasu VS Octopus

The teeth of the worm try to dig into Moyasu's flesh, but the intense is too much for the ice, and it begins to melt. As Moyasu begins to melt the ice, the resulting water vapour mixes with the ash of the dirt to make a fetid smokey sludge, which quickly begins to seep back into the massive hole, slopping onto Moyasu, seemingly unable to escape a nebulous state of burning and freezing at the same time.
Above, Octopus tries to keep pressure on, but the screw in his knee gives way, causing his knee to go slack and he drops to his knees, weakening his focus. Octopus faces upwards to the heavens and yells, "Just... Just..." seemingly at a loss of words. "Just... DIE!"

The fires have gone out, and now Moyasu is only desperately trying to claw her way out of the hole, the indent on her forehead still bleeding profusely.

"JUST DIE!" Octopus screeches. With one last push, he makes another telekinetic pressure field, trying to force Moyasu beneath the sticking mud to bury her for good.

Moyasu panics, and thrashes and struggles as she's buried deeper and deeper into the mud, "No.. stop! Stop!" she yells, before her head is sunk into the mud. Grey frowns, and glances at Octopus, "These don't have to be to the death," he says as he looks between the two.

Octopus swivels his head towards Grey. His eyes possess a crazed look and a toothy snarl, as he has been pushed beyond reason. "Die! Die! Die!" He grits his teeth, but suddenly seems stiffen and his eyes go blank. The weight on Moyasu ceases, as Octopus' eyes roll back and he collapses. "die... die... die..." He mutters this over and over until he eventually loses consciousness. His face and shirt show blotches of blood despite never being pierced. If one were to look at his torso, they would find that his skin had burned away in places, but not by Moyasu's flames. They would also be unable to remove his facial bandages, as the fibers seem to have fused with his skin, and most of the layers of skin would have to be removed to take them off.

Grey sighs deeply, "One crazed murderer for another, huh? Well, at least this one has manners," he says as he hefts Octopus over his shoulder. He glances over at the single flailing arm slowly sinking in the mud, and slowly shakes his head, murmering, "Not for you, there's too much blood on that hand." He turns, and returns Octopus' unconscious body in the bunker.

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