Bluesunnyday
Pootisdent
Kalos sighs. This is all going to hell and back... He begins moving, weaving through attacks with surprising ease, playing swift notes that slash at necks and limbs, attempting to kill or at least incapacitate as many of the undead as he can.
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Maya frowns, twirling the cylinder again until it stops on a dull, deep brown light. She launches a barrage of shots at the ground and at the beast's tentacles, hands of dirt and mud reaching for the god's assorted limbs.
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Maya frowns, twirling the cylinder again until it stops on a dull, deep brown light. She launches a barrage of shots at the ground and at the beast's tentacles, hands of dirt and mud reaching for the god's assorted limbs.