[And what a bloody sight that makes. A good thing they're both out of the splash zone, though that's a thought very far from Henry's mind as he wrenches the long, twisting centipede out of the harpy's corpse. Slick and red and disgusting. He lets it hang, twisting wildly but uselessly mid-air for a moment.
And he smiles again, one of his genuine ones, the kind a little sharper at the corners.]
I'm glad you did, too, Amelia. You never fail to keep the day interesting.
[A misantrhopic pot of violent issues, at that!]
Clean breaks only, then.
[Though "clean" does not mean "humane", because Henry unleashes a series of these breaks onto the insectoid, every segment of its legs snapping first. :) ]
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And he smiles again, one of his genuine ones, the kind a little sharper at the corners.]
I'm glad you did, too, Amelia. You never fail to keep the day interesting.
[A misantrhopic pot of violent issues, at that!]
Clean breaks only, then.
[Though "clean" does not mean "humane", because Henry unleashes a series of these breaks onto the insectoid, every segment of its legs snapping first. :) ]