Electricity crackles down my clubs haft emitting an almost eager growl, urging me to advance! Not wanting to wait to be cut apart or cornered, I agree and lunge foreword, accidentally dogging a whipping vine coverd in sinue.
Step by step I advance upon the Lump Of False Life, dogging the whipping tendrils and vines that emerge from its misshapen body. Mostly at least. I'm grazed multiple times with enough force to bruise. Even still I avoid getting tangled and eventually reach striking range.
My club plunges into the lumps side with a meaty thud, then egerly discharging its payload stuning the creature long enough for my to rake the clubs claws through its fatty side and prepair my next swing!
THUD!
A tendril I hadn't noticed that was coild around the creature unwinds slamming into my gut throwing me backwards a dozen feet into a meaty shrub.
Emitting a moan of pain I barely roil over in time to avoid getting pummeled by 3 more living whips.
Stealing my self I roll to my feet and begin advancing again. Already I can see the lumpy creature bleeding profusely from the injury in its side, though similarly to the once cat it's rapidly healing.
Almost as if wary the lump whips it's tendrils into a frenze keeping me at bay by the threat of getting entangled. I need to apply more damage before it heals…
Bracing my resolve I begin forcing my way through.
Lashes, cuts, bruises, begin accumulating. But, following my weapons desires I avoid getting entangled. Even if just barely. With a half posed, roar I plung my club spikes first into the gash previously made in it's side.
Detaching my hand i quickly retreat just barely dogging another lash to the gut. Makeing use of my odd constitution to flood my club with Force even while retaining. The weapon or rather the Spirit within eagerly converts all of it into raw electricity. Flooding the abomination with artificial lighting, I can almost hear a happy purring on the edge of my awareness.
Stepping back I watch with hope as the Lump Of False Life cooks from the inside out. Eventually the vines it grew around, which act as its skeleton catch fire. Shrortly after I feel a wave of Force slam into me and quickly begin filling my center trying to build up my core.
Steeling my nerves yet again as I catch myself against the wall, I redirect as much as possible into my Spirit instead. My vision blurring as the empherial cuts and burns mend slightly.
I'm eventually snapped out my haze when invisible clawing begins digging into my detached hand.
"Just be patient you…hungry thing. I'm running on empty right now anyway." I grumbled while walking up to the chard and burning lump. Plugging my hand back in to place, it still takes a moment to extract my weapon from the creature's corpse. In part because it was trying to regenerate the whole time it was getting fried, and partly because of all the chard blood caked around the club..
"I really wish I had a healings ability… and stop the scratching club. I'm tapped, no more lightning till I've recharged." A sad feeling emits from my weapon as the invisible claws slowly retract, but a vague feeling of hunger remains.
Bruised, bartered and exposed I begin exploring the 4th floor. Finding the appearance similar to the 5th floor, just bigger. Unnaturally bigger. Plus everything is infected with some sorta meat. Flesh and pale vine fight for dominance over the 4th floor. An act which creates occasional horrid lumps and tangles of the two materials along with the walls, floor and ceiling that seamingly writhe in agony.
Additionally there are still several rooms like in the original layout of the hospital. There also larger than they should be and seam to lean to being ether forest or flesh as if they are forts with some unseen war. The forested rooms have an unnatural light emanating from them, which combined with the lack of flesh makes them the closest thing I've found to safe spaces on this floor.
Sitting down in one of the forest rooms i take a deep breath and go over the damage I received from the fight. I have multiple bruises and cuts, but thankfully no concussion. My body has once again stopped me from bleeding by using Cleave instinctively to hold the cuts closed at the expense of my Force recovery. So I intentionally start cutting off the ability, letting my body bleed and scab up naturally. "Next time we're going set an ambush instead of being abushed. That sound go to you club?"
I don't receive any meaningful response from the item other than something reminiscent of amusement. Leaving me to sit, hide and watch for any passing threats alone.
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Almost every 10 minutes a Lump will ether shamble, roll, or waltz past the room I'm holding out inside, Occasionally they'll coming rolling in but there clearly blind when not touching the fleshy infected ground. Additionally the forested ground seems to ether slowl or prevent them from using their regeneration abilities.
Curiously the Lumpy creatures really don't like each other. As any time the stumble across each other they unhesitatingly attack. The victors among them eats or rather absorb the losses. Growing a bit more refined and less lumpy. Honestly I hope to never see what they evolve into.
Instead I set my sights on recovery and hopefully killing as many of these abominations as possible. After having recovered all of my Force I crouch waiting in ambush for the next monster to come strolling in. I'll have ten minutes to finish off the thing or I'll be fighting two at once.
Eventually a Lump waltz's in, this particular one has clearly consumed multiple others of its kind and refined itself until reaching an almost human shape. If you discount its lack of proper arms and decernable facial features. Or the vines trying to escape its flesh.
As it enters into the room it visibly hesitates before stepping off the fleshy floor, it's more cautious than its siblings.
Tightening my grip around my clubs handle as a wave of dread hits me. I once more lean into the emotions emitting from my wepon. Hopefully a stronger adversary means a larger reward.