[ Daggers? And given the stealth with which he moves, no doubt he must have rogue training like her, like her brother.
The vileling writhes, trying to squeeze itself down between grating and sewer opening, green ichor dripping along its side. And beyond it, the source of the blue blood: a turkey-esque bird of some sort, though its head is decidedly crushed. One wing has been ripped aside, and its belly torn asunder, and Vex's mouth flattens into a thin line.
Then a shrill squeal, as her arrow is let fly, burrowing itself into the fleshy tail, and it turns towards the source of the pain, bearing thin rows of needle-sharp teeth their way. ]
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The vileling writhes, trying to squeeze itself down between grating and sewer opening, green ichor dripping along its side. And beyond it, the source of the blue blood: a turkey-esque bird of some sort, though its head is decidedly crushed. One wing has been ripped aside, and its belly torn asunder, and Vex's mouth flattens into a thin line.
Then a shrill squeal, as her arrow is let fly, burrowing itself into the fleshy tail, and it turns towards the source of the pain, bearing thin rows of needle-sharp teeth their way. ]
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