[ Anna lifts upwards, pulling the creature's neck back and only further exposing its throat to his dagger. The nokken begins to shudder, its hands still reaching but there's no force behind the gestures. Whatever ephemeral thing that made it alive is seeping out of its muscles. She grunts as she lifts just a little higher, serrated blades sinking deeper, and then lets the weight drop back into the sand and gravel. She relaxes her grip on the whip, stepping back with a sigh. Her weapon is embedded there now, she'll need to work the blades loose in a moment. ]
Alright then?
[ That's it, that's all the concern she has in her for the other man. ]
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Alright then?
[ That's it, that's all the concern she has in her for the other man. ]