[The creatureβs flesh is soft and malleable, and cannot withstand such an assault β from the explosive firing of Thancredβs unconventional weapon, to the keen edge of Yenneferβs follow-up slice with a blade. Stephen lets go when he sees the latter shear through its glowing weak spot, watches as round-shaped objects (pearls?) fall from the wound and land in the sand with a wet splat. His hands ache, but not as much as his middle, but it appears that he has very little reason to keep his magic going β in the next few seconds, the monster succumbs to its wounds, deflating like a balloon and coiling into a useless, still-twitching pile.
But the time Stephen stands, pushing himself up to his feet with a great effort while grasping the fallen thaumametor in one hand on the way, the thingβs stilled completely.
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But the time Stephen stands, pushing himself up to his feet with a great effort while grasping the fallen thaumametor in one hand on the way, the thingβs stilled completely.
He steps forward, wincing, assessing the damage.]
Everyone all right? And what the hell was that?