[It’s just thoroughness when Liem follows up Dimitri’s own mortal strike with a couple rapidly-shot quarrels, punching through the creature’s neck and head as it convulses from the force of the blow through its chest.
Despite the regenerative power of its root-like body, the wounds seem too much for it; the creature slumps over Dimitri’s lance, its body already beginning to lose coherence and sliding messily apart. By the time Liem trots warily over, it is nothing more than a pile of plant-like fibres and roots, with a dull shard sitting in the midst of the collection.]
This must be it.
[Surely there aren’t two shard-bearing beasts wandering around down here.]
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Despite the regenerative power of its root-like body, the wounds seem too much for it; the creature slumps over Dimitri’s lance, its body already beginning to lose coherence and sliding messily apart. By the time Liem trots warily over, it is nothing more than a pile of plant-like fibres and roots, with a dull shard sitting in the midst of the collection.]
This must be it.
[Surely there aren’t two shard-bearing beasts wandering around down here.]
I wonder where it came from.