The sword's going to have better luck getting through its hide, and either one of them has a very VIVID IMAGINATION because it bleeds when stabbed, thick and viscous red instead of proper running crimson, or it's a real creature.
There's no telling, when chaos is involved.
It's something to consider later; right now, somehow, the young researcher has the clarity of mind to KEEP ATTACKING instead of sciencing at it. While Murphy keeps it occupied for the moment, a precious, oh so precious moment as it slashes at the zombie-master with filthy talons, snapping as soon as it has an opportunity with far too many teeth, Xehanort winds up behind it. There's nothing to finesse or experience in the movement, just raw primal understanding of Big Sticks and What To Do With Them, something crunches when he finally bashes it full-force across the back, and the thing shrieks in pain and fury again.
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There's no telling, when chaos is involved.
It's something to consider later; right now, somehow, the young researcher has the clarity of mind to KEEP ATTACKING instead of sciencing at it. While Murphy keeps it occupied for the moment, a precious, oh so precious moment as it slashes at the zombie-master with filthy talons, snapping as soon as it has an opportunity with far too many teeth, Xehanort winds up behind it. There's nothing to finesse or experience in the movement, just raw primal understanding of Big Sticks and What To Do With Them, something crunches when he finally bashes it full-force across the back, and the thing shrieks in pain and fury again.