"...Wan La!!!"
Polnareff's tongue was cut by the scissors, and he immediately cried out before hurriedly covering his mouth.
"Haha, you finally fell for it!"
Enya, hiding outside, excitedly jumped straight up. "Idiot, now you can't escape the palm of my Justice! You damned little brat!"
This wasn't really Polnareff's fault. After he fled into this restroom in a panic, the wooden door outside had been smashed open, yet no expected footsteps sounded in the corridor. Instead, there was only dead silence.
Polnareff had remained on high alert.
He had summoned Silver Chariot, intending to attack the instant those Living Corpses broke through the door.
But there had been no movement outside at all. Combined with the restroom's unbearable stench, he couldn't help checking the situation outside.
Polnareff crouched by the restroom door, intending to take a quick look through the keyhole at the corridor. He hadn't expected Enya to stab her scissors through at that exact moment, and in his panic, his tongue was cut.
"D-Damn it!"
Polnareff tried to cover his mouth, but the white mist seemed unaffected as it slipped into his oral cavity.
A piercing pain struck him. His tongue, which had only suffered a tiny cut, burst into a spray of blood. The white mist forcibly tore the wound apart, shoving aside the muscles and blood vessels in his tongue to create a small circular hole.
"Open the door yourself and crawl out here!"
Enya began controlling her Stand. The white mist forcibly tugged Polnareff's tongue outward. "If you keep hiding in there, I'll pull out your intestines, crush your spine, then chop off your head and throw it into the shit pit..."
"Bang!!!"
She had barely gotten halfway through that sentence.
When the wooden door leading to the front hall was suddenly kicked open