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The stooping figure of the Sharkin came ashore. Its tongue, which she was sure she already cut off, somehow extended towards her again and grabbed her by the right ankle! Alisa lost her balance and fell right onto her back onto the sandy beach. The tip of the tongue was barbed with thorns that sunk deep into the young girl’s skin. (-2 HP)
“Oww! I guess it must’ve had a second tongue. Ugh, what a nasty monster!”
The Sharkin extended its huge claws and shuffled toward Alisa. The claws resembled the blade of a butcher’s knife — sharp enough to easily skewer and fillet Alisa like an expertly cut piece of meat ready for cooking.
It’s all-or-nothing! Alisa went for its tongue a second time.
“Shaa!” The Sharkin lost its balance, and at the next moment something came flying right at it. That something — the Iron Sword — sliced deep into the fish-man, cleaving its head. (+1 CP, +40 MESETA)
“Phew, I finally beat him. —Ah, I wonder if that village over there is Scion.”
Alisa turned to the coastal town she had sighted earlier, and began walking towards the village on the cape.