One of the Junglist’s spiked tails darted forward, shattering my protective barrier. “No! Not the boy!” cried Penderton, slashing at the tail. The other tail came in from the other side, impaling the sergeant and tossing him aside. The wound filled with a foamy black liquid that stank of anise and sulfur. The Junglist advanced towards me, and I cast Volash’s Confusing Spray right in his face. He sneered wickedly – the spell had no effect. Using the snow from the lamppost, I sprayed the Junglist with a great torrent of ice and cold. He stopped for a moment, and with a deep breath, blew hot air around him, melting it all. By now, I was feet from his horrid face, which had been caked in blood, gore, and mud. His mouth twitched up into a cruel smile, as he lifted a whimpering Lucky into the air and dangled him in front of me. With a twisted claw, he made a shallow incision into the boy’s leg, showering me with blood. Lucky screamed, much louder this time. I tried not to retch as I prepared my teleportation scroll behind my back.

The Junglist drew blood once again from Lucky, this time slicing open his stomach and spilling his insides out. The Boy wept, crying loudly for his mother. The Junglist laughed, and tore Lucky’s arms off. He cried out once more, and fell limply into the Junglist’s arms.

The sergeant groaned and began to stand up as I finished the teleportation spell, and entered Astral Space. I arrived at the Great Tower teleportation room, my will shattered. I know not what became of Penderton after I left, nor of Greeno, who seems to have run away. I can only say this with certainty – do not engage with the Ultraviolent Junglist. Perhaps a more powerful wizard than I would be able to best him, but he would need a veritable Choir of Singing Boys at his side.