The horse boil's other hand rose to shield his face, using the same hand still gripping the Hunter to haul himself up out of the water. Either he pulled the fleshie into the water with him, or he succeeds in rising from the frigid waters, Petro wasn't picky with either result.
Brown eyes narrowed at the Hunter's prattle but his lips pulled into a toothy grin, "Good," he hissed at the knowledge that these fleshies didn't reform. "'S what y're supposed to do."
HP: 2
Damage: 4
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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