[ If Sizhui's robes weren't stained red before, they definitely are now. But that's fine. At least the thing is finally dead. It collapses to the ground in a thump of fallen leaves and pooling blood. Wen Ning nudges its head with his foot, but no. No response. It's very much taken care of.
He lets out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, and clasps a hand on Sizhui's shoulder. ]
Good work. [ He turns to look back up at the cabin... and at the gaping hole where the door once stood. ] Ah... I was probably a little overzealous.
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He lets out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, and clasps a hand on Sizhui's shoulder. ]
Good work. [ He turns to look back up at the cabin... and at the gaping hole where the door once stood. ] Ah... I was probably a little overzealous.