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The pitter-patter of the rain was the only noise that could be heard. It was questionable if there was anything else to be heard; Clarice saw no one breath, no one so much as blink as Agatha's head and hair collapse onto the monstrous platform. That structure itself, disconnected from its master, lost support and collapsed, tossing its occupants onto the ground beside it.
"Did… we win?" asked Sid from behind them, cradling his broken arm. Around him, men began to cheer.
That was what broke Galatea out of her own shock at the turn of events. "No, it's not over! Her head is intact, and still has hair! Destroy the head!" she yelled to the dazed swordsman beside Agatha's remains.
But it was too late. Though the head had been separated from the body, and the hair from the base, the hair that remained granted at least a fraction of Agatha's yoma reserves. Tendrils of hair darted out, spearing the helpless guardsmen around her even as some of those strands brought her human-shaped body close enough to be reattached to her head.
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