[The fight does not take overly long, one of the perks of fighting something made up of dry leaves he supposes, especially not when he does not need to hold back in fear of getting someone caught in the crossfire.
When the fight is done he brushes some of the residual ash off of himself and takes a moment to survey the area. No more monsters in sight as far as he can see, nor can he hear the telltale rustling of their movements either.]
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When the fight is done he brushes some of the residual ash off of himself and takes a moment to survey the area. No more monsters in sight as far as he can see, nor can he hear the telltale rustling of their movements either.]
All clear here! [He calls out to the others.]