*Vaseraga eventually gathers the strength to stand, and begins the hard task of pulling out things in him, such as the icicles. The scythe slowly floats back to him while he does so, and once it reaches him, he takes it in his hand and begins walking towards the group again, no longer even appearing hindered by his grievous wounds. He laughs as he gets closer to the group, speaking in a hearty tone which should not be possible for a brute as scary as him.*
Vaseraga: That was fun! Most certainly not like any other Primal Beast I have fought, but still fun!