[ With a grin that’s almost feral in its enjoyment, Quetzalcoatl shifts and swings her sword up so that it catches in the roof of the creature’s mouth. It howls in pain because of how the magical obsidian embeds itself in its flesh in a way that’s much harder to free than a conventional sword. Quetzalcoatl bears down, holds strong, and it’s a way to get it to more or less hold still. It definitely can’t flee while she has it.
It does take a swipe at her and claws at her abdomen, but it still doesn’t go as deep as it should. She’s made of tougher, more divine stuff, but it does still hurt, so she cries out a little curse before pushing her sword deeper. Even if Hayame doesn’t hit the mark, it’ll surely bleed out from these wounds, but she’d prefer to take care of it more quickly. ]
There, now—!
[ She shouts, similarly not needed since clearly this woman is used to a fight too! ]
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It does take a swipe at her and claws at her abdomen, but it still doesn’t go as deep as it should. She’s made of tougher, more divine stuff, but it does still hurt, so she cries out a little curse before pushing her sword deeper. Even if Hayame doesn’t hit the mark, it’ll surely bleed out from these wounds, but she’d prefer to take care of it more quickly. ]
There, now—!
[ She shouts, similarly not needed since clearly this woman is used to a fight too! ]