Ingrid looks towards the gun pointed at her. Behind her the background is lost in a wall of static. INGRID (VO): Kind of a bad place to be. Body's falling apart. Static's not letting me shape shadows. Then there's this gun. If I move at all, she'll shoot. No way I can heal it. The Orchestrator raises up her sword arm. Light glints off the blade. ORCHESTRATOR: i am going to sever your limbs. please do your best to endure. Ingrid's face goes dark. INGRID (VO): Bad place to be. Close up on her face. Flame flickers in her eyes. INGRID: But I've been through worse.

INGRID: You know, the problem with tying me up like this... ORCHESTRATOR: ? In an instant, spikes of bone extrude from all over Ingrid's body, poking out from between the wires ensnaring her. INGRID: Is you can't see what my body is doing. She narrows her eyes. The bone spikes fly from her body like missiles, and one nails the Orchestrator right in the face. The static disperses.

The Orchestrator flinches backward and releases her grip on Ingrid. Ingrid falls back towards the ground, the shadows whirling around her body. ORCHESTRATOR: zzt. pressurized blood to fire zzztyour bones. you are at the end of your zzztrope. She fires another burst of static at Ingrid. The mass of shadows explodes in multiple directions.

The mass of shadows splits off into four distinct trails, each one weaving around the Orchestrator's static beam. One of them contains Ingrid, though it's not clear which. ORCHESTRATOR: with that final attack depleting your zztcalorie reserves your only zzt remaining option is to hide in shadows and attempt misdirection. The Orchestrator brings all four of weapons to bear. ORCHESTRATOR: unfortunately Each of her weapons tears through one of the shadow trails. ORCHESTRATOR: i can strike four targets at zztonce.

four targets

Ingrid looks towards the gun pointed at her. Behind her the background is lost in a wall of static. INGRID (VO): Kind of a bad place to be. Body's falling apart. Static's not letting me shape shadows. Then there's this gun. If I move at all, she'll shoot. No way I can heal it. The Orchestrator raises up her sword arm. Light glints off the blade. ORCHESTRATOR: i am going to sever your limbs. please do your best to endure. Ingrid's face goes dark. INGRID (VO): Bad place to be. Close up on her face. Flame flickers in her eyes. INGRID: But I've been through worse.

INGRID: You know, the problem with tying me up like this... ORCHESTRATOR: ? In an instant, spikes of bone extrude from all over Ingrid's body, poking out from between the wires ensnaring her. INGRID: Is you can't see what my body is doing. She narrows her eyes. The bone spikes fly from her body like missiles, and one nails the Orchestrator right in the face. The static disperses.

The Orchestrator flinches backward and releases her grip on Ingrid. Ingrid falls back towards the ground, the shadows whirling around her body. ORCHESTRATOR: zzt. pressurized blood to fire zzztyour bones. you are at the end of your zzztrope. She fires another burst of static at Ingrid. The mass of shadows explodes in multiple directions.

The mass of shadows splits off into four distinct trails, each one weaving around the Orchestrator's static beam. One of them contains Ingrid, though it's not clear which. ORCHESTRATOR: with that final attack depleting your zztcalorie reserves your only zzt remaining option is to hide in shadows and attempt misdirection. The Orchestrator brings all four of weapons to bear. ORCHESTRATOR: unfortunately Each of her weapons tears through one of the shadow trails. ORCHESTRATOR: i can strike four targets at zztonce.

four targets

SHE

Ingrid grimaces as her body begins dematerializing. INGRID (VO): What the hell is she shooting...? Static...?! ORCHESTRATOR: if you seek my blood i grant it freely. for my blood is holy light. The shadows with which Ingrid has surrounded herself begin to melt away, leaking out between the coils she's trapped in. ORCHESTRATOR: as the lord's divine light drove out the darkness before time so shall mine purge the dark within you.

Ingrid looks towards the gun pointed at her. Behind her the background is lost in a wall of static. INGRID (VO): Kind of a bad place to be. Body's falling apart. Static's not letting me shape shadows. Then there's this gun. If I move at all, she'll shoot. No way I can heal it. The Orchestrator raises up her sword arm. Light glints off the blade. ORCHESTRATOR: i am going to sever your limbs. please do your best to endure. Ingrid's face goes dark. INGRID (VO): Bad place to be. Close up on her face. Flame flickers in her eyes. INGRID: But I've been through worse.

INGRID: You know, the problem with tying me up like this... ORCHESTRATOR: ? In an instant, spikes of bone extrude from all over Ingrid's body, poking out from between the wires ensnaring her. INGRID: Is you can't see what my body is doing. She narrows her eyes. The bone spikes fly from her body like missiles, and one nails the Orchestrator right in the face. The static disperses.

The Orchestrator flinches backward and releases her grip on Ingrid. Ingrid falls back towards the ground, the shadows whirling around her body. ORCHESTRATOR: zzt. pressurized blood to fire zzztyour bones. you are at the end of your zzztrope. She fires another burst of static at Ingrid. The mass of shadows explodes in multiple directions.

plummet

Ingrid grimaces as her body begins dematerializing. INGRID (VO): What the hell is she shooting...? Static...?! ORCHESTRATOR: if you seek my blood i grant it freely. for my blood is holy light. The shadows with which Ingrid has surrounded herself begin to melt away, leaking out between the coils she's trapped in. ORCHESTRATOR: as the lord's divine light drove out the darkness before time so shall mine purge the dark within you.

Ingrid looks towards the gun pointed at her. Behind her the background is lost in a wall of static. INGRID (VO): Kind of a bad place to be. Body's falling apart. Static's not letting me shape shadows. Then there's this gun. If I move at all, she'll shoot. No way I can heal it. The Orchestrator raises up her sword arm. Light glints off the blade. ORCHESTRATOR: i am going to sever your limbs. please do your best to endure. Ingrid's face goes dark. INGRID (VO): Bad place to be. Close up on her face. Flame flickers in her eyes. INGRID: But I've been through worse.

INGRID: You know, the problem with tying me up like this... ORCHESTRATOR: ? In an instant, spikes of bone extrude from all over Ingrid's body, poking out from between the wires ensnaring her. INGRID: Is you can't see what my body is doing. She narrows her eyes. The bone spikes fly from her body like missiles, and one nails the Orchestrator right in the face. The static disperses.

The Orchestrator flinches backward and releases her grip on Ingrid. Ingrid falls back towards the ground, the shadows whirling around her body. ORCHESTRATOR: zzt. pressurized blood to fire zzztyour bones. you are at the end of your zzztrope. She fires another burst of static at Ingrid. The mass of shadows explodes in multiple directions.

plummet

People have gotten it working, apparently. Would be nice if some of them explained how

after hours of trying and failing to get Graceborne to run on my steam deck, I have to conclude that it is not in fact a real mod and all the footage I've seen online was faked for the purpose of trolling me

I think hes actually my favorite character in the game. love the subtle bond he forms with Elmyra over them both being adoptive parents

The Orchestrator stabs one of her drill claws into the ground to hold herself and Ingrid (who is now tangled up in her arms) suspended in the air. ORCHESTRATOR: do you think it matters? do you think anything you have done has mattered? The barrel of her machine gun points at Ingrid's head. ORCHESTRATOR: all that i must do She hits Ingrid with a huge "beam" of static, discharged out of her screen face. Ingrid recoils. ORCHESTRATOR: is keep you off the ground.

Ingrid grimaces as her body begins dematerializing. INGRID (VO): What the hell is she shooting...? Static...?! ORCHESTRATOR: if you seek my blood i grant it freely. for my blood is holy light. The shadows with which Ingrid has surrounded herself begin to melt away, leaking out between the coils she's trapped in. ORCHESTRATOR: as the lord's divine light drove out the darkness before time so shall mine purge the dark within you.

Ingrid looks towards the gun pointed at her. Behind her the background is lost in a wall of static. INGRID (VO): Kind of a bad place to be. Body's falling apart. Static's not letting me shape shadows. Then there's this gun. If I move at all, she'll shoot. No way I can heal it. The Orchestrator raises up her sword arm. Light glints off the blade. ORCHESTRATOR: i am going to sever your limbs. please do your best to endure. Ingrid's face goes dark. INGRID (VO): Bad place to be. Close up on her face. Flame flickers in her eyes. INGRID: But I've been through worse.

INGRID: You know, the problem with tying me up like this... ORCHESTRATOR: ? In an instant, spikes of bone extrude from all over Ingrid's body, poking out from between the wires ensnaring her. INGRID: Is you can't see what my body is doing. She narrows her eyes. The bone spikes fly from her body like missiles, and one nails the Orchestrator right in the face. The static disperses.

Hidden arsenal

The Orchestrator stabs one of her drill claws into the ground to hold herself and Ingrid (who is now tangled up in her arms) suspended in the air. ORCHESTRATOR: do you think it matters? do you think anything you have done has mattered? The barrel of her machine gun points at Ingrid's head. ORCHESTRATOR: all that i must do She hits Ingrid with a huge "beam" of static, discharged out of her screen face. Ingrid recoils. ORCHESTRATOR: is keep you off the ground.

Ingrid grimaces as her body begins dematerializing. INGRID (VO): What the hell is she shooting...? Static...?! ORCHESTRATOR: if you seek my blood i grant it freely. for my blood is holy light. The shadows with which Ingrid has surrounded herself begin to melt away, leaking out between the coils she's trapped in. ORCHESTRATOR: as the lord's divine light drove out the darkness before time so shall mine purge the dark within you.

Ingrid looks towards the gun pointed at her. Behind her the background is lost in a wall of static. INGRID (VO): Kind of a bad place to be. Body's falling apart. Static's not letting me shape shadows. Then there's this gun. If I move at all, she'll shoot. No way I can heal it. The Orchestrator raises up her sword arm. Light glints off the blade. ORCHESTRATOR: i am going to sever your limbs. please do your best to endure. Ingrid's face goes dark. INGRID (VO): Bad place to be. Close up on her face. Flame flickers in her eyes. INGRID: But I've been through worse.

INGRID: You know, the problem with tying me up like this... ORCHESTRATOR: ? In an instant, spikes of bone extrude from all over Ingrid's body, poking out from between the wires ensnaring her. INGRID: Is you can't see what my body is doing. She narrows her eyes. The bone spikes fly from her body like missiles, and one nails the Orchestrator right in the face. The static disperses.

Hidden arsenal

I'll max her out

Civil engineer

Ingrid sends The Orchestraor flying back down with a huge double-fisted overhand slam. Cracks run through the Orchestrator's skin now, and small pieces of it have begun to fall off. But as she falls, a red light begins to glow from within her busted TV head. MOURN: But the Lord's servants are as vindictive as they come. And even as her porcelain skin fell away... Ingrid, now down to her usual size, is suddenly wrapped up in the Orchestrator's weapon arms. Depleted of calories, her body is beginning to lose its structural integrity. MOURN (VO): The Orchestrator's only thought was of counterattack. Extreme closeup of the interior of the Orchestrator's head. It's a mass of pulsing red veins surrounding a circular void of static. ORCHESTRATOR: this has gone far enough.

The Orchestrator stabs one of her drill claws into the ground to hold herself and Ingrid (who is now tangled up in her arms) suspended in the air. ORCHESTRATOR: do you think it matters? do you think anything you have done has mattered? The barrel of her machine gun points at Ingrid's head. ORCHESTRATOR: all that i must do She hits Ingrid with a huge "beam" of static, discharged out of her screen face. Ingrid recoils. ORCHESTRATOR: is keep you off the ground.

Ingrid grimaces as her body begins dematerializing. INGRID (VO): What the hell is she shooting...? Static...?! ORCHESTRATOR: if you seek my blood i grant it freely. for my blood is holy light. The shadows with which Ingrid has surrounded herself begin to melt away, leaking out between the coils she's trapped in. ORCHESTRATOR: as the lord's divine light drove out the darkness before time so shall mine purge the dark within you.

Ingrid looks towards the gun pointed at her. Behind her the background is lost in a wall of static. INGRID (VO): Kind of a bad place to be. Body's falling apart. Static's not letting me shape shadows. Then there's this gun. If I move at all, she'll shoot. No way I can heal it. The Orchestrator raises up her sword arm. Light glints off the blade. ORCHESTRATOR: i am going to sever your limbs. please do your best to endure. Ingrid's face goes dark. INGRID (VO): Bad place to be. Close up on her face. Flame flickers in her eyes. INGRID: But I've been through worse.

Been through worse

mourn in bunny suit.

also mourn in bunny suit. she is saying "Use your brain"

seasonally appropriate pictures of Mourn

mourn in bunny suit.

also mourn in bunny suit. she is saying "Use your brain"

seasonally appropriate pictures of Mourn

What the fuck do you mean Wolfwood survives.

What the fuck do you mean Knives stops Vash from killing Legato only to then kill him himself anyway

I caught spoilers for Trigun Stargaze and jesus i cant believe some of those decisions. its like it set out to to undo everything that makes Trigun good

Ingrid sends The Orchestraor flying back down with a huge double-fisted overhand slam. Cracks run through the Orchestrator's skin now, and small pieces of it have begun to fall off. But as she falls, a red light begins to glow from within her busted TV head. MOURN: But the Lord's servants are as vindictive as they come. And even as her porcelain skin fell away... Ingrid, now down to her usual size, is suddenly wrapped up in the Orchestrator's weapon arms. Depleted of calories, her body is beginning to lose its structural integrity. MOURN (VO): The Orchestrator's only thought was of counterattack. Extreme closeup of the interior of the Orchestrator's head. It's a mass of pulsing red veins surrounding a circular void of static. ORCHESTRATOR: this has gone far enough.

The Orchestrator stabs one of her drill claws into the ground to hold herself and Ingrid (who is now tangled up in her arms) suspended in the air. ORCHESTRATOR: do you think it matters? do you think anything you have done has mattered? The barrel of her machine gun points at Ingrid's head. ORCHESTRATOR: all that i must do She hits Ingrid with a huge "beam" of static, discharged out of her screen face. Ingrid recoils. ORCHESTRATOR: is keep you off the ground.

Ingrid grimaces as her body begins dematerializing. INGRID (VO): What the hell is she shooting...? Static...?! ORCHESTRATOR: if you seek my blood i grant it freely. for my blood is holy light. The shadows with which Ingrid has surrounded herself begin to melt away, leaking out between the coils she's trapped in. ORCHESTRATOR: as the lord's divine light drove out the darkness before time so shall mine purge the dark within you.

Ingrid looks towards the gun pointed at her. Behind her the background is lost in a wall of static. INGRID (VO): Kind of a bad place to be. Body's falling apart. Static's not letting me shape shadows. Then there's this gun. If I move at all, she'll shoot. No way I can heal it. The Orchestrator raises up her sword arm. Light glints off the blade. ORCHESTRATOR: i am going to sever your limbs. please do your best to endure. Ingrid's face goes dark. INGRID (VO): Bad place to be. Close up on her face. Flame flickers in her eyes. INGRID: But I've been through worse.

Been through worse

Ingrid lands, skidding to a stop on a hill of eyes. The energy she's pulled out of the ground has burned away, leaving her with her normal physique. In the distance, The Orchestrator hits the ground hard and ricochets back into the air. MOURN (VO): Then lands again... Ingrid raises her right hand, which is already starting to enlarge. MOURN (VO): And refills... The Orchestrator's trip through the air is cut short by another collision with Ingrid's fist. MOURN (VO): Then that limit's not really there. A full cycle of this... Ingrid unloads a flurry of punches on the Orchestrator's body. MOURN (VO): Takes less than a second. (In real time, it's like this.)

Ingrid sends The Orchestraor flying back down with a huge double-fisted overhand slam. Cracks run through the Orchestrator's skin now, and small pieces of it have begun to fall off. But as she falls, a red light begins to glow from within her busted TV head. MOURN: But the Lord's servants are as vindictive as they come. And even as her porcelain skin fell away... Ingrid, now down to her usual size, is suddenly wrapped up in the Orchestrator's weapon arms. Depleted of calories, her body is beginning to lose its structural integrity. MOURN (VO): The Orchestrator's only thought was of counterattack. Extreme closeup of the interior of the Orchestrator's head. It's a mass of pulsing red veins surrounding a circular void of static. ORCHESTRATOR: this has gone far enough.

The Orchestrator stabs one of her drill claws into the ground to hold herself and Ingrid (who is now tangled up in her arms) suspended in the air. ORCHESTRATOR: do you think it matters? do you think anything you have done has mattered? The barrel of her machine gun points at Ingrid's head. ORCHESTRATOR: all that i must do She hits Ingrid with a huge "beam" of static, discharged out of her screen face. Ingrid recoils. ORCHESTRATOR: is keep you off the ground.

Ingrid grimaces as her body begins dematerializing. INGRID (VO): What the hell is she shooting...? Static...?! ORCHESTRATOR: if you seek my blood i grant it freely. for my blood is holy light. The shadows with which Ingrid has surrounded herself begin to melt away, leaking out between the coils she's trapped in. ORCHESTRATOR: as the lord's divine light drove out the darkness before time so shall mine purge the dark within you.

Divine light

Ingrid lands, skidding to a stop on a hill of eyes. The energy she's pulled out of the ground has burned away, leaving her with her normal physique. In the distance, The Orchestrator hits the ground hard and ricochets back into the air. MOURN (VO): Then lands again... Ingrid raises her right hand, which is already starting to enlarge. MOURN (VO): And refills... The Orchestrator's trip through the air is cut short by another collision with Ingrid's fist. MOURN (VO): Then that limit's not really there. A full cycle of this... Ingrid unloads a flurry of punches on the Orchestrator's body. MOURN (VO): Takes less than a second. (In real time, it's like this.)

Ingrid sends The Orchestraor flying back down with a huge double-fisted overhand slam. Cracks run through the Orchestrator's skin now, and small pieces of it have begun to fall off. But as she falls, a red light begins to glow from within her busted TV head. MOURN: But the Lord's servants are as vindictive as they come. And even as her porcelain skin fell away... Ingrid, now down to her usual size, is suddenly wrapped up in the Orchestrator's weapon arms. Depleted of calories, her body is beginning to lose its structural integrity. MOURN (VO): The Orchestrator's only thought was of counterattack. Extreme closeup of the interior of the Orchestrator's head. It's a mass of pulsing red veins surrounding a circular void of static. ORCHESTRATOR: this has gone far enough.

The Orchestrator stabs one of her drill claws into the ground to hold herself and Ingrid (who is now tangled up in her arms) suspended in the air. ORCHESTRATOR: do you think it matters? do you think anything you have done has mattered? The barrel of her machine gun points at Ingrid's head. ORCHESTRATOR: all that i must do She hits Ingrid with a huge "beam" of static, discharged out of her screen face. Ingrid recoils. ORCHESTRATOR: is keep you off the ground.

Ingrid grimaces as her body begins dematerializing. INGRID (VO): What the hell is she shooting...? Static...?! ORCHESTRATOR: if you seek my blood i grant it freely. for my blood is holy light. The shadows with which Ingrid has surrounded herself begin to melt away, leaking out between the coils she's trapped in. ORCHESTRATOR: as the lord's divine light drove out the darkness before time so shall mine purge the dark within you.

Divine light

MOURN: As long as Ingrid's on the ground... she's siphoning calories. Ingrid sprints towards the Orchestrator, who is now a distant speck far on the horizon. MOURN (VO): There's a limit to how much she can hold at once. Ingrid leaps towards the Orchestrator... MOURN (VO): But if she takes all she can... ...And nails her with a flying kick. MOURN (VO): And burns it all in one hit...

Ingrid lands, skidding to a stop on a hill of eyes. The energy she's pulled out of the ground has burned away, leaving her with her normal physique. In the distance, The Orchestrator hits the ground hard and ricochets back into the air. MOURN (VO): Then lands again... Ingrid raises her right hand, which is already starting to enlarge. MOURN (VO): And refills... The Orchestrator's trip through the air is cut short by another collision with Ingrid's fist. MOURN (VO): Then that limit's not really there. A full cycle of this... Ingrid unloads a flurry of punches on the Orchestrator's body. MOURN (VO): Takes less than a second. (In real time, it's like this.)

Ingrid sends The Orchestraor flying back down with a huge double-fisted overhand slam. Cracks run through the Orchestrator's skin now, and small pieces of it have begun to fall off. But as she falls, a red light begins to glow from within her busted TV head. MOURN: But the Lord's servants are as vindictive as they come. And even as her porcelain skin fell away... Ingrid, now down to her usual size, is suddenly wrapped up in the Orchestrator's weapon arms. Depleted of calories, her body is beginning to lose its structural integrity. MOURN (VO): The Orchestrator's only thought was of counterattack. Extreme closeup of the interior of the Orchestrator's head. It's a mass of pulsing red veins surrounding a circular void of static. ORCHESTRATOR: this has gone far enough.

The Orchestrator stabs one of her drill claws into the ground to hold herself and Ingrid (who is now tangled up in her arms) suspended in the air. ORCHESTRATOR: do you think it matters? do you think anything you have done has mattered? The barrel of her machine gun points at Ingrid's head. ORCHESTRATOR: all that i must do She hits Ingrid with a huge "beam" of static, discharged out of her screen face. Ingrid recoils. ORCHESTRATOR: is keep you off the ground.

Off ground

MOURN: As long as Ingrid's on the ground... she's siphoning calories. Ingrid sprints towards the Orchestrator, who is now a distant speck far on the horizon. MOURN (VO): There's a limit to how much she can hold at once. Ingrid leaps towards the Orchestrator... MOURN (VO): But if she takes all she can... ...And nails her with a flying kick. MOURN (VO): And burns it all in one hit...

Ingrid lands, skidding to a stop on a hill of eyes. The energy she's pulled out of the ground has burned away, leaving her with her normal physique. In the distance, The Orchestrator hits the ground hard and ricochets back into the air. MOURN (VO): Then lands again... Ingrid raises her right hand, which is already starting to enlarge. MOURN (VO): And refills... The Orchestrator's trip through the air is cut short by another collision with Ingrid's fist. MOURN (VO): Then that limit's not really there. A full cycle of this... Ingrid unloads a flurry of punches on the Orchestrator's body. MOURN (VO): Takes less than a second. (In real time, it's like this.)

Ingrid sends The Orchestraor flying back down with a huge double-fisted overhand slam. Cracks run through the Orchestrator's skin now, and small pieces of it have begun to fall off. But as she falls, a red light begins to glow from within her busted TV head. MOURN: But the Lord's servants are as vindictive as they come. And even as her porcelain skin fell away... Ingrid, now down to her usual size, is suddenly wrapped up in the Orchestrator's weapon arms. Depleted of calories, her body is beginning to lose its structural integrity. MOURN (VO): The Orchestrator's only thought was of counterattack. Extreme closeup of the interior of the Orchestrator's head. It's a mass of pulsing red veins surrounding a circular void of static. ORCHESTRATOR: this has gone far enough.

The Orchestrator stabs one of her drill claws into the ground to hold herself and Ingrid (who is now tangled up in her arms) suspended in the air. ORCHESTRATOR: do you think it matters? do you think anything you have done has mattered? The barrel of her machine gun points at Ingrid's head. ORCHESTRATOR: all that i must do She hits Ingrid with a huge "beam" of static, discharged out of her screen face. Ingrid recoils. ORCHESTRATOR: is keep you off the ground.

Off ground

Finally my table at the alley will be peak #dorohedoro

엘리베이터의 사투
hammer fight at the elevator

Ingrid connects with a monster of a kick that sends the Orchestrator flying backwards through the air again. Our beloved narrator Mourn is taken aback by the force of the strike. MOURN: WOW okay. Let me explain! Ingrid charges after the Orchestrator at extremely high speed, yelling her head off.

MOURN: As long as Ingrid's on the ground... she's siphoning calories. Ingrid sprints towards the Orchestrator, who is now a distant speck far on the horizon. MOURN (VO): There's a limit to how much she can hold at once. Ingrid leaps towards the Orchestrator... MOURN (VO): But if she takes all she can... ...And nails her with a flying kick. MOURN (VO): And burns it all in one hit...

Ingrid lands, skidding to a stop on a hill of eyes. The energy she's pulled out of the ground has burned away, leaving her with her normal physique. In the distance, The Orchestrator hits the ground hard and ricochets back into the air. MOURN (VO): Then lands again... Ingrid raises her right hand, which is already starting to enlarge. MOURN (VO): And refills... The Orchestrator's trip through the air is cut short by another collision with Ingrid's fist. MOURN (VO): Then that limit's not really there. A full cycle of this... Ingrid unloads a flurry of punches on the Orchestrator's body. MOURN (VO): Takes less than a second. (In real time, it's like this.)

Ingrid sends The Orchestraor flying back down with a huge double-fisted overhand slam. Cracks run through the Orchestrator's skin now, and small pieces of it have begun to fall off. But as she falls, a red light begins to glow from within her busted TV head. MOURN: But the Lord's servants are as vindictive as they come. And even as her porcelain skin fell away... Ingrid, now down to her usual size, is suddenly wrapped up in the Orchestrator's weapon arms. Depleted of calories, her body is beginning to lose its structural integrity. MOURN (VO): The Orchestrator's only thought was of counterattack. Extreme closeup of the interior of the Orchestrator's head. It's a mass of pulsing red veins surrounding a circular void of static. ORCHESTRATOR: this has gone far enough.

far enough

if wrestling is fake explain this

Ingrid connects with a monster of a kick that sends the Orchestrator flying backwards through the air again. Our beloved narrator Mourn is taken aback by the force of the strike. MOURN: WOW okay. Let me explain! Ingrid charges after the Orchestrator at extremely high speed, yelling her head off.

MOURN: As long as Ingrid's on the ground... she's siphoning calories. Ingrid sprints towards the Orchestrator, who is now a distant speck far on the horizon. MOURN (VO): There's a limit to how much she can hold at once. Ingrid leaps towards the Orchestrator... MOURN (VO): But if she takes all she can... ...And nails her with a flying kick. MOURN (VO): And burns it all in one hit...

Ingrid lands, skidding to a stop on a hill of eyes. The energy she's pulled out of the ground has burned away, leaving her with her normal physique. In the distance, The Orchestrator hits the ground hard and ricochets back into the air. MOURN (VO): Then lands again... Ingrid raises her right hand, which is already starting to enlarge. MOURN (VO): And refills... The Orchestrator's trip through the air is cut short by another collision with Ingrid's fist. MOURN (VO): Then that limit's not really there. A full cycle of this... Ingrid unloads a flurry of punches on the Orchestrator's body. MOURN (VO): Takes less than a second. (In real time, it's like this.)

Ingrid sends The Orchestraor flying back down with a huge double-fisted overhand slam. Cracks run through the Orchestrator's skin now, and small pieces of it have begun to fall off. But as she falls, a red light begins to glow from within her busted TV head. MOURN: But the Lord's servants are as vindictive as they come. And even as her porcelain skin fell away... Ingrid, now down to her usual size, is suddenly wrapped up in the Orchestrator's weapon arms. Depleted of calories, her body is beginning to lose its structural integrity. MOURN (VO): The Orchestrator's only thought was of counterattack. Extreme closeup of the interior of the Orchestrator's head. It's a mass of pulsing red veins surrounding a circular void of static. ORCHESTRATOR: this has gone far enough.

far enough

Ingrid's punch sends the Orchestrator flying at high speed across the field of eyes. She pursues, moving so quickly she is able to intercept the Orchestrator from the other side.

Ingrid connects with a monster of a kick that sends the Orchestrator flying backwards through the air again. Our beloved narrator Mourn is taken aback by the force of the strike. MOURN: WOW okay. Let me explain! Ingrid charges after the Orchestrator at extremely high speed, yelling her head off.

MOURN: As long as Ingrid's on the ground... she's siphoning calories. Ingrid sprints towards the Orchestrator, who is now a distant speck far on the horizon. MOURN (VO): There's a limit to how much she can hold at once. Ingrid leaps towards the Orchestrator... MOURN (VO): But if she takes all she can... ...And nails her with a flying kick. MOURN (VO): And burns it all in one hit...

Ingrid lands, skidding to a stop on a hill of eyes. The energy she's pulled out of the ground has burned away, leaving her with her normal physique. In the distance, The Orchestrator hits the ground hard and ricochets back into the air. MOURN (VO): Then lands again... Ingrid raises her right hand, which is already starting to enlarge. MOURN (VO): And refills... The Orchestrator's trip through the air is cut short by another collision with Ingrid's fist. MOURN (VO): Then that limit's not really there. A full cycle of this... Ingrid unloads a flurry of punches on the Orchestrator's body. MOURN (VO): Takes less than a second. (In real time, it's like this.)

In real time