Alright, as promised, I'm here.

This is my first proper... anything in a while, so please excuse me for using this top scrape off all this rust.

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Latio's footsteps, soft as they were, echoed quietly but noticeably, at least to him, off the inhumanly smooth walls of the labyrinth that had formed around him minutes ago. With the formation of the intricate web of rooms came a thundering announcement issued by Zorlo, the Aura Master who the foxfolk had faced before, calling anyone who was in this strange place to find and defeat him. Latio realized soon after that this meant it was probable that there were other people there, and that he would have to face them along the way if he were to face Zorlo.

Each soft footstep broadened Latio's mental map of the place, and each footstep had saved him from a rather silent exit from the maze. He had already set off a couple of falling-roof traps, one spike trap, and several pits, which he realized, after experimentation with the few bits of loose stone which were laying around, were bottomless, and probably transported you out of the place.

Not daring to disturb the mental map of the large structure, Latio walked in silence, but still, with each trap he set off, he would have to rest to reform his echolocation-powered map. After a while this became fairly easy to do, until, of course, something new inevitably came along. But this was no trap, it was footsteps.

Throwing away his map he darted to the source, eager to eliminate one of the challengers.

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*scraaaaaaape*

Lots of rust.

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