Way too blessed to be stressed
Much like a bandaid being ripped off, or a strip of wax in a sensitive area, it's best done by someone who can't feel every tiny pinprick of sensation at the slightest tug, allowing them the conviction to fully rip it off. That, and Mel's much more accurate aim of her knife, finishes off the remaining vitality of the riverstar, already thoroughly weakened by all the work they'd done to it, Mel's cannonfire especially carrying the brunt of the creature's demise.
The thing curls up once beneath her blade, suckers leaving Kaissel's face, and then it goes still and limp, easily tossed aside. Kaisel gasps behind it, the panic draining from him in that first full lungful, and his body sags heavily into the buoy line. "Thank fuck," he breathes heavily, taking a moment to run his free hand along his face as he tries to regain composure. "Ah, you saved my ass Mel. That thing was like glue." Pinpricks of red line his face in a circle around his mouth, the beads of blood dripping in excess as face wounds are want to do. He feels the sting the moment his palm slides over them, and he winces, hand drawn away with the red smear. He splashes himself, wiping away the minute gore.
"What a fucking day, let's just get this over with and be done." He has fountain water back in his pack on land, not that it hurts terribly or he's too wounded, but better to heal up than deal with tasting copper for a while. Assuming Mel is of a shared mine, he sets back into the task of them drawing this buoy line in, nearly complete already.
The thing curls up once beneath her blade, suckers leaving Kaissel's face, and then it goes still and limp, easily tossed aside. Kaisel gasps behind it, the panic draining from him in that first full lungful, and his body sags heavily into the buoy line. "Thank fuck," he breathes heavily, taking a moment to run his free hand along his face as he tries to regain composure. "Ah, you saved my ass Mel. That thing was like glue." Pinpricks of red line his face in a circle around his mouth, the beads of blood dripping in excess as face wounds are want to do. He feels the sting the moment his palm slides over them, and he winces, hand drawn away with the red smear. He splashes himself, wiping away the minute gore.
"What a fucking day, let's just get this over with and be done." He has fountain water back in his pack on land, not that it hurts terribly or he's too wounded, but better to heal up than deal with tasting copper for a while. Assuming Mel is of a shared mine, he sets back into the task of them drawing this buoy line in, nearly complete already.
Kaisel
Enjoy the life, it's a great day to be alive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
