"If you didn't want to be wasteful you'd use a lance!" K'ile said, his smile undamaged. He heft a few arrows in his hand, which he'd already pulled from the carcass. "The whole point of arrows is to poke it to death from afar because you're too scared or weak to get up and fight it straight." This wasn't something he actually believed, nor did he think that a claimed corpse had any value. Oh, no, that wasn't the point at all.
"Lances are our ancestral expertise for a reason," K'ile proclaimed, hoisting the bundle of arrows over his head awkwardly each time he got a new one. As if he could urge K'yohko to count along with him. He did nothing to clean himself of the thick blood that still coated him head to toe. "Bows are for sport. If I really want to kill something, all I need is one lance, and I can kill as many things as I want."
"Lances are our ancestral expertise for a reason," K'ile proclaimed, hoisting the bundle of arrows over his head awkwardly each time he got a new one. As if he could urge K'yohko to count along with him. He did nothing to clean himself of the thick blood that still coated him head to toe. "Bows are for sport. If I really want to kill something, all I need is one lance, and I can kill as many things as I want."
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