Ko

as it reaches up an arm to crack down on Ko with a crazy clawed strike.

In that motion, as it's rising up, you ring out three shots right under its arm at a weakened, cracked bone.

Two blast forth the armor, trusting that you are gonna create this open.

The third follows before the crack is even formed, as this last blast cuts in underneath almost the armpit of this creature,

flies up and out the other side of its neck, as you blast a hole clean from the underside up through, as these splurts of blood come out from either end.

Great fucking timing, jeez.

The Rangadan can't even, severing the vocal cords, anything that would have been under its neck as your radiant blast cuts through its body, it goes, it opens its jaw, its terrible toothed maw, wide as it goes to let out this terrible cry and no sound comes, only the gurgle of choking on blood as it stumbles for a moment before it falls down.

Got him.

To the ground dead.

I'm mid-ready, trying to block with my club as it's bringing its claw down, and then it collapses, and I'm just still holding.

Brace for the fucking Lightbringer.

I don't... It glows.

Yeah, the end warbles a little bit.

And it shrinks with like a red light, but not the burning flame, but just like a light that ignites on the end.

That's surprisingly smooth.

It's not fucking over yet.

We saw those things from the woods.

And at Cinnabar Springs, I'm going to poke

this creature to make sure that it is fucking dead, that it's not bioengineered, restitching its fucking wounds.

I'm making sure that it is