[Perhaps it's a pity the Beldam can't see all the circles popping up, ready to rain Indignation on her. She perfectly gets the feeling something's happening, though, because she stops her struggles, like she's trying to evaluate how much this is going to be bad.
Plenty bad. It hits her with perfect aim!
The Beldam is slammed onto the face of the clock. For a brief moment she doesn't move, but then she stands up, a little shaky. She's definitely looking bad. Below her, the face of the clock cracks -- looks like she's preparing to make her escape and move somewhere else.
But while she does that it's the chance to strike. Alright!
The hands of the clock hit her. Heavy, sturdy, and pretty large, they slam against her, pushing her away. When she realizes what happened she shouts with indignation of her own, but there's nothing she can do -- parts of her bend and snap under the weight of the hand of the clock. The Beldam pushes back and, just for a brief moment, the hand slows down, as if it's going to start moving backwards.
It doesn't last long. She really has been weakened enough for this.
The hand of the clock moves a little more, snapping her, sticks flying in the air and into the void. She really...
...
...she really is gone. It's done.
The Beldam is dead. Destroyed by the hands of the clock, she has been defeated]
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Plenty bad. It hits her with perfect aim!
The Beldam is slammed onto the face of the clock. For a brief moment she doesn't move, but then she stands up, a little shaky. She's definitely looking bad. Below her, the face of the clock cracks -- looks like she's preparing to make her escape and move somewhere else.
But while she does that it's the chance to strike. Alright!
The hands of the clock hit her. Heavy, sturdy, and pretty large, they slam against her, pushing her away. When she realizes what happened she shouts with indignation of her own, but there's nothing she can do -- parts of her bend and snap under the weight of the hand of the clock. The Beldam pushes back and, just for a brief moment, the hand slows down, as if it's going to start moving backwards.
It doesn't last long. She really has been weakened enough for this.
The hand of the clock moves a little more, snapping her, sticks flying in the air and into the void. She really...
...
...she really is gone. It's done.
The Beldam is dead. Destroyed by the hands of the clock, she has been defeated]