"Alright... kill it," Benjamin said without any visible emotion in his voice, walking steadily across the bloodied sand until he reached where Tensei was standing.
Now both men stood only a few feet from the looming, wounded mountain of a creature, the orange sunlight bathing the scene in a dramatic, almost surreal glow as the wind carried the heavy scents of battle and sea.
"Uhm... about that..." Tensei began hesitantly, his golden eyes drifting back toward the wounded, wailing creature slumped in the shallow waves.
His wolf ears twitched with uncertainty as he lowered the glowing katana slightly, the alternating silver and golden blade catching the orange afternoon light.
"Have we not already sent our point across quite clearly by now? My appraisal skill judges this monster to be a rather rare type called a Tentamono. I think it would be far more beneficial for us to study its behavior and biology instead of—"
BEEAAAM!!
