You duck and weave, but whatever you attempt the hovering mass of magic rapidly closes the distance.
"Oh you can't outrun it dearie, but don't worry, it'll only freeze you not kill you"
You turn to the massive metal door by which you entered, but unfortunately it seems to have slammed shut behind you, and you don't have time to find the opening mechanism from this side.
The magic hits with a warm gentle puff like aromatic steam from a bath overloaded with smellables.
it would actually be quite a pleasant feeling, accept that every muscle in your body goes rigid and you find yourself falling helplessly to the floor, totally unable to move.
though you technically do not die for a good while after that, a protracted description of the large number of decidedly unpleasant things which Sugarina thinks up to fill the rest of your not too long life does not seem necessary, ---- especially those moments when she forces you to look at pictures of her grand children.
Nevertheless, at last you are deffinately dead, though you can take comfort in the fact that you did come extremely close to vanquishing the dungeon.
The horrible dungeons of dreadful doom.
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