Fall - Retains intelligence

Together, the two of them were barely holding Fall back. Mustang's blasts kept taking off pieces of her, and when she regrew them, Baiken would dart in and find something to cut, escaping before Fall could catch her. It was working, but only in the sense that it was stalling. The inevitability of death hung in the air, choking their hope like the smoke of Mustang's blasts. This wasn't Fall. It wasn't a monster, wasn't some beast. It was the end, right before their very eyes.

Fall turned her head, using too many eyes to look at Mustang and Baiken in turn. They had made a mistake, but realized it too late. They thought this monster unintelligent, but that wasn't true. They were unintelligent. They were standing in her blood.

Fall shrieked, this time in such a way that she seemed to be calling out to something. At once, the pools of black blood scattered around the clearing sprung to life, sprouting black hands that reached out and ensnared Baiken and Mustang in an inescapable grip. Baiken found herself disarmed and helpless, and as she looked on, she saw Mustang enveloped in the hands as well. They were helpless. There was no way out.

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FreestyleKneepad, Round 3