[ The recognition from the Marshall did Hunk a world of good. Not only was the frustration dissipating almost immediately, but Hunk was smiling again. A veteran of Crystallis, with its similar jobs, was proud of how he handled his first fight! Maybe he could do this close-quarters thing, after all... ]
Maybe you just have to wait for it to digest? [ Are souls like food? Maybe! Is Hunk trying not to make a poop joke? Definitely. ] Do you have some kind of manual?
[ But there's a snap as the repeated assaults and loss of soul are too much, and the Chocobo Eater's arm falls to the ground. Hunk, shocked and a bit disgusted, stares for a few moments before pulling his knife out of its arm. Then, he starts sizing up how to get the arm back to town...
The Golden Chocobo, on the other hand, runs around throwing Choco Cures on the party before stopping and staring at Dylas. Then it uses its beak, boops his chest which still contains the soul of its enemy, and begins trotting off into the bushes to its nest. Go git yer eggo, snekko. ]
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Maybe you just have to wait for it to digest? [ Are souls like food? Maybe! Is Hunk trying not to make a poop joke? Definitely. ] Do you have some kind of manual?
[ But there's a snap as the repeated assaults and loss of soul are too much, and the Chocobo Eater's arm falls to the ground. Hunk, shocked and a bit disgusted, stares for a few moments before pulling his knife out of its arm. Then, he starts sizing up how to get the arm back to town...
The Golden Chocobo, on the other hand, runs around throwing Choco Cures on the party before stopping and staring at Dylas. Then it uses its beak, boops his chest which still contains the soul of its enemy, and begins trotting off into the bushes to its nest. Go git yer eggo, snekko. ]