[It's all a horrible, thrashing blur of flailing limbs-- but the knife hits home.]
[That scream it let out when they first encountered it? Is NOTHING compared to the sound that pierces the air as he drags the knife downwards, slicing gristle and snapping sinews with sickening wet crunches on the way down. As he does so, there's another volley of pistol shots from-- wherever Heather is, it's hard to even TELL-- and at last the monster goes into a horrible spasm, making a few final violent thrashes with its arms as it goes down on its surprisingly-delicate knees.]
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[That scream it let out when they first encountered it? Is NOTHING compared to the sound that pierces the air as he drags the knife downwards, slicing gristle and snapping sinews with sickening wet crunches on the way down. As he does so, there's another volley of pistol shots from-- wherever Heather is, it's hard to even TELL-- and at last the monster goes into a horrible spasm, making a few final violent thrashes with its arms as it goes down on its surprisingly-delicate knees.]