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Naya and Brin

Even in broad daylight, Naya's spelled lightning blazes blinding white as it arcs and crackles through the air, striking the turtle on its shell, cracking plastron and searing through the beast's body in agonising pulses. As the choking stench of scorched marsh and flesh fills the air once more, another of Brin's arrows chances to find its mark in the turtle's left eye, extinguishing its crazed gleam in a spurt of clear fluid.

*****

Setsuna

With several of her ribs surely cracked and what tastes suspiciously like blood pooling in her mouth, it is difficult for Setsuna to even muster a returning strike. Yet this time, with forbearance rather than haste, her attack strikes true. With the now half-blinded turtle gaping its maw in a silent scream, thrashing about wildly, all the tiefling has to do is to wait for the right moment - the reptile's neck extended just so - to slash through the exposed flesh and tendon, half-severing its head down the bone and showering herself in a deluge of steaming scarlet blood.

Combat is over. Initiative ends.

*****

Even with its head mostly detached, the turtle continues to twitch and shiver, its beak slowly hinging open and shut in a cruel parody of life while its life blood pools in a dark cloud around the stump of its neck. There's meat aplenty to be harvested from its carcass, should one take the time to crack open the beast's shell, though between its gaping wound and the numerous blackened craters scored by Naya's lightning, its shell itself has been rendered quite useless.

"Well. That was unpleasant." remarks Shalelu baldly, giving those of you closer to her a curt nod of appreciation as she surveys the stinking hulk of dead turtle before her, hands planted on her hips. "Now we just have to decide how to get all this out of the way so the barge can pass. Red, Rico. Get those spears out of its back. We've got our business to attend to, but if I should chance upon another of my kind who guards the lands, it would be good to inform them that such mischief is afoot. Leaving an injured animal to wander and weaken like this..." The elf's face twists in a brief flash of anger, her eyes glinting cold as emeralds.