ClownPierce hisses as he collapsed on a Crimson Fungus tree for support after a brutal battle against 8 people. He thought he was dealing with 2, Zam and Leowook. He should've known that he'd gottem tangled up in a bigger problem than expected, he should've known better.

He depleted all of his resources during the fight, emptying all of his remaining shulkers of his stored potions and gear. Barely surviving with 4 golden apples to remain standing in midst of his vulnerability.

Clutching his golden apple, ClownPierce mentally berates himself that he should've bought more resources with him to the fight so he wouldn't have to end up in this damned situation in the first place.

And not to call Branzy to aid him in his peculiar situation.

He already wiped the floor with 5 bodies dead and getting 5 more hearts to his inventory, but the other 3 were just pesky to deal with. Like Leowook, Planet and Zam. They've improved and there was no missing that when ClownPierce dropped his guard and got combo'd mercilessly and suffering an injury on his leg and stomach.

ClownPierce laughs bitterly and hopes that Branzy would not turn on him for his own mistake, although that may seem unlikely— you can never trust the people on LifeSteal can you? In this moment, ClownPierce lets himself be vulnerable while his Demonic prowess slowly regenerates.

As he waits for Branzy to aid him back to their casino to heal, he reminisces the satisfying feeling of driving his scythe to the remaining three opponents after they ganged up on him and gave him a hard time, like breaking Zam's arm, stabbing Leowook in his sides and giving Planet a fucking concussion.