[b][h2][color=889194]Captain Argus Fellborn[/color][/h2][/b]

[color=889194]"That's some fine work, lass,"[/color] Argus complimented the human.  It had been a while since he had the pleasure of watching the aftermath of a monster eating an explosive.

The pirate and priestess had managed to grievously wound the beast, but it was the human and her bomb that put it down.  Well, almost put it down- despite the gruesome damage that the explosive had caused, the beast was still clinging to life, still breathing.  It'd probably expire from its injuries given enough time, but who knows how long that would take?

Argus wasn't sure how the rest of the village had fared- either the other beasts were too occupied devouring the inhabitants to bother interfering with the fight, or that priestess' gorebats had done their job and drained them dry.  Once this thing was dispatched, they would need to look over the village and see how many had died, and how many had survived.

[color=889194]"Still breathing, are ye?  Let us fix that,"[/color] he spoke as he approached the beast, sword in hand.  With his good arm, he brought the blade down on the beast's spine.  Argus had spent enough time around bones and skeletons of all types to surmise that the beast's flexible, avian neck would probably be composed of comparatively smaller, more numerous neck-bones that should be easier to slice through than a more mammalian monster.

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