[Mildmay does his best to stab out anything that looks like it might be a facial feature, and hopes he's managed to kill the thing, not just piss it off. He promised himself never to kill again, but, he thinks, that was for humans... and then all thoughts of morality escape him as he notices the creatures advancing on the horizon. He's panting, clearly tired from the exertion, when he speaks:] You okay?
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