[there's another roar from the monster, more of that oily, gunky blood spewing all over the place. it's in will's hair, on his face, covering his arms as he lets out a scream of his own and half-trips, half-lunges to bury the sword alongside the vine.
a horrible, squishy sort of groan and more blood, splattering on the ground and the monster is staggering now, about to fall.]
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a horrible, squishy sort of groan and more blood, splattering on the ground and the monster is staggering now, about to fall.]