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The bigger dogman, though bigger and better-armed, wasn’t much of a threat at all, if only a couple arrows could take off a limb. Though it had some monstrous ability to grow back parts of its body, it was the novel sorcery of a weakling, undeserving of remark nor envy. What could such a creature do, after all, when it was forced to kneel from the weight of ice coating its body, from the arrows that pinned it to the ground?

[color=FF7F50][i]Nothing, hm?[/i][/color]

An ephemeral image upon the blood-drenched fields, Ying Yue continued to carve through flesh and bone, scarlet petals bursting as she passed. Her battle-sister leapt on ahead, a cloud of dust and an explosion of dirt in her wake as she sailed over the heads of the dogmen to engage their champion directly. A pincer attack? Well, there wasn’t any real distinction to be earned through slaying a beast so frail; all the bladedancer wanted was to try out the monster’s weapon. Discarding her sword, which had been reduced to a nicked and scraped mess after chopping through dozens, if not hundreds of dogmen, she closed in on the champion as well, the ice now having covered its body entirely.

There would be no saving it from what came next.

Using Ren’s arrows as footholds, Ying Yue leapt up and grabbed the haft of the dogman’s tomahawk with one hand. Knowledge, akin to epiphany and enlightenment, struck her. She could kill with this, and more than that, she could [i]take[/i] this. With the momentum of her leap, she wrenched the weapon out of the monster’s grasp, its frozen fingers shattering at the impact, and landed on its still-frosty arm. It would thaw in time; already, its eyes were moving frantically beneath the crystalline ice. But it was too late. Its heart was taken, and its head will soon follow.

With the gravitas of an executioner tasked with the disposal of a common criminal, Ying Yue swung [i]her[/i] tomahawk and removed its head.