[ Ciri keeps her balance. Her blade jammed deep into the space between the monster's armored back and its more vulnerable neck, she holds onto it while it shudders and turns, its desiccated swinging tail mostly bone. Alucard might recognize it as something that had been a chaigon once, but now the distinct shell over its back is really the only part that remains mostly whole.
Crouched on the edge of it, Ciri leverages her sword deeper, meaning to saw its head clean off. ]
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Crouched on the edge of it, Ciri leverages her sword deeper, meaning to saw its head clean off. ]