[ One arrow. It's good enough for Rosaria, waiting for the creature to double over slightly from it before she gives herself a running start then drives her spear downwards. It connects with the top of the creature's spine, nearly the back of its neck, paralyzing it until it finally topples forward, its face connecting with the ground.
Rosaria follows it downward, using her spear to keep her balanced until the creature is writhing on its stomach and struggling just to live. Plucking the spear out, Rosaria immediately digs the point back in again and again, uncaring how much of its blood splatters on her or how often it screams in agony. She just wants it to die. ]
A good shot.
[ They won't talk about the other arrows that missed. Rosaria already knows it was a tall order shooting arrows with one good eye, and it was still far better than she herself could have done on her own.
Planting the spear in the creature's neck one last time, her eyes finally flick upwards to meet the horse-woman's gaze. ]
What's your name? I imagine you're another shard-bearer sent out to hunt.
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Rosaria follows it downward, using her spear to keep her balanced until the creature is writhing on its stomach and struggling just to live. Plucking the spear out, Rosaria immediately digs the point back in again and again, uncaring how much of its blood splatters on her or how often it screams in agony. She just wants it to die. ]
A good shot.
[ They won't talk about the other arrows that missed. Rosaria already knows it was a tall order shooting arrows with one good eye, and it was still far better than she herself could have done on her own.
Planting the spear in the creature's neck one last time, her eyes finally flick upwards to meet the horse-woman's gaze. ]
What's your name? I imagine you're another shard-bearer sent out to hunt.