[He needed to help the poor thing! Seemed like the others had the same idea, like he had any doubts. But he applied some extra muscle, grit, and swung down until the blade hit the cobblestone. It passed through bone, passed through sinew, and out the other side. The arm was heavy in a heap on the ground, messily severed, and with the shot to its right, it flailed and howled in its pain and anger. If the chocobo wasn't quick enough, it would find itself in the path of a swinging arm.
With an angered steam rolling from its jaws, it pointed to Naoto. You're Next...]
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With an angered steam rolling from its jaws, it pointed to Naoto. You're Next...]