[Billy rolls out behind her, the trail of blood on his lip flowing from a tooth-mark being the main sign that he was banged up by the crash. He presses against the door for a second and listens, reluctantly calling on Diablos. He can fret about his memory decay later.]
Ready....right...go!
[He holds his blades defensively and twists the door open, according to plan. Time to descend into hell.]
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Ready....right...go!
[He holds his blades defensively and twists the door open, according to plan. Time to descend into hell.]