[The wounded Closer topples to the ground-- its legs are the frailest part of it anyhow, and with one of them reduced to a bloody stump, it's got about as much a chance of standing as a one-legged Barbie doll. Letting out a ringing screech, it feebly turns to try and fend its attacker off, only to be snatched up and... used as a flail.]
[Needless to say, its compatriot has likely never experienced being BRUTALLY BEATEN WITH ONE OF ITS OWN KIND before, and there are no answers to be found in its primitive brain for the puzzling scenario, 'What do I do when something picks up another monster and starts HITTING ME WITH IT?' It isn't long before it collapses as well, beaten to a bloody pulp. The one being used as an improvised weapon had already perished within the first few whacks, its neck long since having snapped.]
[Just... holy... it's okay, dude... they're DEAD, man... they are all KINDS of dead. Game over, man, game over!]
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[Needless to say, its compatriot has likely never experienced being BRUTALLY BEATEN WITH ONE OF ITS OWN KIND before, and there are no answers to be found in its primitive brain for the puzzling scenario, 'What do I do when something picks up another monster and starts HITTING ME WITH IT?' It isn't long before it collapses as well, beaten to a bloody pulp. The one being used as an improvised weapon had already perished within the first few whacks, its neck long since having snapped.]
[Just... holy... it's okay, dude... they're DEAD, man... they are all KINDS of dead. Game over, man, game over!]