[ Dorian wishes he could say he's seen worse, but-- no, he surely has and surely will, once he returns home. Still, the sight of a young woman standing calmly among the carnage like the eye of some gruesome, bloody, demon-killing hurricane brings him pause. ]
Terribly thorough, aren't you? [ Said with a touch of sarcasm. ] A small wonder you didn't simply mash the creature into a fine mist.
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Terribly thorough, aren't you? [ Said with a touch of sarcasm. ] A small wonder you didn't simply mash the creature into a fine mist.