[ Blake has to hand it to him-- it's one of the more impressive Semblances she's seen, visually, but given how much it seems to drain him, she's not sure it's much use in a fight except as a desperate last resort.
She drops her hand from where she'd lifted it to shield her eyes against the bright flare of light, eyes narrowed. The alligator thing -- he'd called it a Pisaca? -- is slumped over on the ground, dead, and some of the weird little plants things that had been hanging around in the distance is gone, too.
Blake shoots him a look, measuring, and then crouches down next to the Pisaca to examine it. Her bullets had had an impact, but the thick hide of the thing meant they'd hadn't penetrated very far. Next time, she'll use her swords. ]
Pisaca? [ She repeats, thoughtful, wary. ] How do you know what they are? Are you from this place?
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She drops her hand from where she'd lifted it to shield her eyes against the bright flare of light, eyes narrowed. The alligator thing -- he'd called it a Pisaca? -- is slumped over on the ground, dead, and some of the weird little plants things that had been hanging around in the distance is gone, too.
Blake shoots him a look, measuring, and then crouches down next to the Pisaca to examine it. Her bullets had had an impact, but the thick hide of the thing meant they'd hadn't penetrated very far. Next time, she'll use her swords. ]
Pisaca? [ She repeats, thoughtful, wary. ] How do you know what they are? Are you from this place?