Main Party

Love rushes in and twists the rifle free from Longshot's hooves! Weaponless and caught in the tangler, he has no hope of victory now. A low chuckle comes from under his helmet. "Too late," he says, "Too late by far."

Then, he slumps over and goes limp.


Longshot

A shuddering impact shakes the control room...but nothing breaks though. A large dent is the only sign that something has tried to break in. A long, low laugh comes from outside.

"Today is your lucky day," the nightmare says, "It seems we no longer have a use for you. Besides, it's not like we had much of a chance of succeeding. We were only here to...delay you."