[Quick little motherfucker, isn't he? Ephemera laughs, watching him dart forward with a flash of metal. Knives? Doesn't matter. He's quick and smart, knows where to strike. Doesn't get in the way, either.
Good.
The monster screeches. Ephemera marches right up to it and shoots it again, point black.
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Good.
The monster screeches. Ephemera marches right up to it and shoots it again, point black.
And then it falls.]
Not bad. You're fast.