"People are merely livestock, my dear. Don't look so grim," Maeve soothed her sister, who, while still sickly, was looking far better. She rocked back and forth by the cave mouth, moaning inaudibly.

"I do hope you regain your ability to speak," she sighed, then instructed three of her bulkier undead servants to guard her. Meanwhile, she ventured deeper into the cave where Sindy was still trapped by the animated bones.

"My, what a feast that was, wouldn't you agree my dear?" she asked, leaning down. Her face was intimately close to Sindy's, who only hoarsely groaned in response. "Your bones must be brittle now, dear. I should loosen them up," she taunted. Receiving no response, she scoffed, turning away. A shrill cry escaped Sindy's dry lips as the trap constricted her further.

With both of her companions unwilling to converse, she turned her attention to a mirror beneath her that she recently summoned. Looking down, she admired her own beauty, placing a hand on her cheek. The feast she had earlier was truly amazing, so much lifeforce in one simple being. The magic ones were always so delectable.

An unwelcome screeching sound interrupted her gazing. Head whipping around to meet the noise, she saw that same damned man. This time he was accompanied by a young boy, hiding just behind him with an intoxicating smirk on his face. She would take her time with him.

"It's past time you die," the man huffed, on a whole different plane of thinking. His gun was pointed directly at her sister's head, with the three guards being no more. Instead they melted in a bubbling red pool of ooze and broken glass.

"No, go away!" she screeched, part of her spirit leaving her body in a misty green astral projection. Her mystic double razed toward the duo.

Taking his gun off of her sister, the man threw a glimmering blue spear at the spirit. It came from thin air, piercing into her soul. As it collided, the spirit shrieked, withering away while the spear flickered away in a similar fashion.

Howling, Maeve went berserk. Her eyes roared with a rising green flame, radiating off of her fine skin. "You," she growled. "It was you who killed my sister," she accused, recognizing the blue spear she previously mistook for Sindy's.

"Damn right," the man spat, blasting at her again and again. The bone plating that kept Sindy in place bounced around her in protection, slowly being chipped away.

Meanwhile, Apollo shuffled through his bag, trying to find his spare Red Death. Their battle raged on, and the puddle of ooze before him was beginning to cool. Unable to find what he needed, he glanced at the whimpering creature beside him. "I guess I should put you out of your misery," he stated, proceeding to carefully grab a piece of the broken flask.

He then slit Maeve's sister's throat with it, although Maeve didn't even notice. She was instead laying on the ground with an open head.

"Good job," Apollo congratulated the man, who stood there silently, machine smoking.

Then his fingers found the potion in his bag, and he threw it at the peculiar man. The only word that escaped his lips was 'why' as Apollo plucked the device from his hands, carefully dangling over the acidic ooze.