"Ow."
Roux lay smoking on the ground. It was not his preferred state of being. Around him, the Gruffs were Becoming a sort of biodegradable sludge. Rysadeh dashed up to grab him by the fur of his neck (or what was left of it) and drag him off, replacing the Dagger in it's Sheath. Around them, Xenocidal Antibodies were at work, making a sort of mincemeat that neither of the two brothers could hope to acheive with just their swords. Globs of it flew around in the wind, sometimes, smacking trees and the occasional person. Or, smacking a Gruff in the face. A face which promptly melted off.
Rysadeh saluted Letalis, a militaristic gesture, out of respect, and fled from the homicidal Kite. They basically just cowered in what appeared at a glance as a lightning proofed hole in the ground.
Roux lay smoking on the ground. It was not his preferred state of being. Around him, the Gruffs were Becoming a sort of biodegradable sludge. Rysadeh dashed up to grab him by the fur of his neck (or what was left of it) and drag him off, replacing the Dagger in it's Sheath. Around them, Xenocidal Antibodies were at work, making a sort of mincemeat that neither of the two brothers could hope to acheive with just their swords. Globs of it flew around in the wind, sometimes, smacking trees and the occasional person. Or, smacking a Gruff in the face. A face which promptly melted off.
Rysadeh saluted Letalis, a militaristic gesture, out of respect, and fled from the homicidal Kite. They basically just cowered in what appeared at a glance as a lightning proofed hole in the ground.
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