[The touch on her shoulder fills her with a surge of renewed...energy? Power? Whatever it is, Val likes it. She pushes herself to her feet, rears back her sword in her right hand and her left fist on the other side; the beast advances its terrible mouth toward her again, lunges with the intent to kill, and Val throws a left hook and gets the thing right in its snout; when it rears back, Dragonfang slashes out for its throat.
Annnnd sprays Val with blood.]
Aw, come on. I just dry-cleaned this shit.
[She's never been to a dry-cleaner in her whole entire life.]
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Annnnd sprays Val with blood.]
Aw, come on. I just dry-cleaned this shit.
[She's never been to a dry-cleaner in her whole entire life.]