[It is well that their jaunt through space has placed them somewhere not immediately within sight of the monster, because Liem too requires a moment to recalibrate his nerves. His thoughts race about like startled rabbits in the wake of that mind-scrambling noise, and settle only reluctantly to the task of finishing the job they came out here to complete.
Fortunately, Akua's distracting breath of wind grants them both a much needed moment to think.]
It looks aberrant, to me, [he mutters, peering at the monster from behind the shelter of a slim alder tree. He reloads his weapon with practised fluidity, for now heedless of the dark blood trickling from his ears.] Alien, at least by the standards of my world.
[In the dark of the wood, he thinks the blood dripping from the creature's wounds has a greenish tinge. The quarrel lodged in its chest also hasn't had the effect he might have hoped for in something with a more typical set of lungs.]
But it bleeds. It has discrete anatomy. If we find its vitals, we can kill it easily enough.
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Fortunately, Akua's distracting breath of wind grants them both a much needed moment to think.]
It looks aberrant, to me, [he mutters, peering at the monster from behind the shelter of a slim alder tree. He reloads his weapon with practised fluidity, for now heedless of the dark blood trickling from his ears.] Alien, at least by the standards of my world.
[In the dark of the wood, he thinks the blood dripping from the creature's wounds has a greenish tinge. The quarrel lodged in its chest also hasn't had the effect he might have hoped for in something with a more typical set of lungs.]
But it bleeds. It has discrete anatomy. If we find its vitals, we can kill it easily enough.
Nothing that enough firepower can't address.