Miraculously, you are able to fight the compulsions enough that split-second hesitations save the girls several times. Your body is battered and chipped, and the girls are bloody and bruised, with torn skirts and tattered bows. Finally, though, you are able to wrest enough control to turn your back to the four.

They take advantage of the momentary break in the fight to regroup and launch a combined assault, fire blazing away your chinese dress, chains of lightning rooting you in place, water washing the taint from you even as you are surrounded by a starburst of silver light.

It is moderately painful as the argent light burns away the shadow the suffuses your mind. After what seems an eternity, you drop to your knees, exhausted, but back in your own body, neither female, porcelain, nor modified for combat.