The worm seemed to have five hundred legs that were undulating in a sick rhythm, away from its body and back, swinging up and down, like a mass of sickles organized to harvest his flesh from his bones. They all worked as one and failed as one, while K'ile ducked in between them to stick the arrows between the rigid plates on the worm's sides and into its gut. The task was mostly symbolic at this point. K'ile's efforts had never been required to kill it.
That did not mean this wasn't worthwhile.
As the worm's legs and body spasmed, growing gradually weaker, K'ile chose to stab his arrows into increasingly difficult places. The guts and sides were easy. The pits of flesh where its legs attached to its body were more difficult. As it fell and weakened, its maw and eyes remained risky targets, which he went for. It came with disappointing ease, but the exertion and the violence were satisfying enough to make up for his ruined archery lesson.
When its body hit the dirt with a loud thud, and did not rise again, K'ile finally danced away from it on nimble feet. He ended up standing two meters from the things twitching head, the smell of its failing breath not quite enough to sicken him, as wrapped as he was in an aura of pungent gore. Spitefully, he cast his last arrow into the things open mouth, and spat at it, "Bitch worm. Annoying piece of shit."
He cast his gaze towards K'mih and K'nahli, bypassing K'yohko completely. Everyone seemed alright.
That did not mean this wasn't worthwhile.
As the worm's legs and body spasmed, growing gradually weaker, K'ile chose to stab his arrows into increasingly difficult places. The guts and sides were easy. The pits of flesh where its legs attached to its body were more difficult. As it fell and weakened, its maw and eyes remained risky targets, which he went for. It came with disappointing ease, but the exertion and the violence were satisfying enough to make up for his ruined archery lesson.
When its body hit the dirt with a loud thud, and did not rise again, K'ile finally danced away from it on nimble feet. He ended up standing two meters from the things twitching head, the smell of its failing breath not quite enough to sicken him, as wrapped as he was in an aura of pungent gore. Spitefully, he cast his last arrow into the things open mouth, and spat at it, "Bitch worm. Annoying piece of shit."
He cast his gaze towards K'mih and K'nahli, bypassing K'yohko completely. Everyone seemed alright.
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