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... through the air followed by a trail of drool.
Bastions sword cut through the air ahead of me, so fast that all I saw was a grey blur through the fog.
The tongue flopped off to the side, the bulb at the end detached from the rest of it.
The tentacle toad croaked in pain and slurped its tongue back, but not before I ran up to it. I planted a foot on the ground just before the monster and shot into the air. It wasnt a huge leap, just a couple of metres nearly straight up. ...
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