[And it doesn't stand a chance. Her blade is quick to slash out, cut deep within more of the lizard's flank, to cripple the leg so it can't move as easily, and toward the muscles at its tail to limit its rearward defense. The bruise hurts, but it'll be alright, and she barely gets the chance to catch her breath and get to work where the next set of muscles she'd like to sever are before she sees the answer to her question in all its flaming glory.
That's not magic, but then, it doesn't really have to be, as long as it's effective. And oh, is it effective. This lizard is dying rapidly, because her companion has a sword, as well, and both of them are well-trained in the art of how to use them to deadly efficacy. She feels better flexing around a bit, as much as the bruise stings, and yet it's her turn to shift, to spin, once the thing is badly crippled, and she can see, within the melted flesh... an opportunity. One to drive her blade up beneath the ribs of the creature, through the softened flesh, and into whatever lesser protected vital areas might be there.
It will not be long for this world, at all, and then perhaps they can see what became of everything down here.]
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That's not magic, but then, it doesn't really have to be, as long as it's effective. And oh, is it effective. This lizard is dying rapidly, because her companion has a sword, as well, and both of them are well-trained in the art of how to use them to deadly efficacy. She feels better flexing around a bit, as much as the bruise stings, and yet it's her turn to shift, to spin, once the thing is badly crippled, and she can see, within the melted flesh... an opportunity. One to drive her blade up beneath the ribs of the creature, through the softened flesh, and into whatever lesser protected vital areas might be there.
It will not be long for this world, at all, and then perhaps they can see what became of everything down here.]