[The monster's retreated back the way it came, trailing blood after it, and Doudanuki gives a wry smirk. It hurts, but it's nothing he can't handle, ad to prove it, he tosses the macelike appendage over his shoulder.]
This's nothing. Put a little spit on it and it'll heal up.
We can probably follow it through that hole it made.
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This's nothing. Put a little spit on it and it'll heal up.
We can probably follow it through that hole it made.