Yellow - Stand Arrow

"Guide the tendrils for a sec," Letter said, summoning a small picture in his hand. As Yellow kept The Other at bay, Letter shook the picture until an old man stuck his head out of it.

"What do YOU want?" the old man demanded.

"Do you still have it?" Letter asked.

"I don't know what you're-"

"We're short on time and Mama Sequence didn't raise a dumbass," Letter interrupted. "Do. You. Have. It."

"Yeah, jeez," the old man griped, retreating back into the picture, "No need to be such a grouch."

Yellow barely outmaneuvered The Other, swerving around a corner fast enough to make the liquid metal being slam into the cell, passing through it entirely as it consumed the metal. With scant few second purchased by the move, Letter had mere moments to spare.

"Hey Yellow," Letter said, "Remember how I stabbed you with that arrow?"

"What about it?" Yellow asked.

Letter grimaced as he ran Yellow through with the stand arrow, piercing her back and making the tip explode from her chest.

"Okay, I know this advice is coming a bit late, but it's super super important that you not die."

Yellow gurgled in muffled surprise as blood dribbled from her mouth.

"Yeah, that. Try not to do that."

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