[Bug gore he can handle. Asura 'hmph's at the nickname again and tosses the broom back, before those tentacles of his once again emerge from his back to help him climb up into the higher branches where the bulk of his carnage remains.
There sure is a lot of it, too. Asura pokes around, looking for any corpses that are still relatively intact.]
Hey brat! [He calls down to Fret, the remains of a beetle held in one hand. With the other, he tears off a leg and takes an exaggerated bite out of it.] This isn't bad at all. Are you sure you don't want to touch it?
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There sure is a lot of it, too. Asura pokes around, looking for any corpses that are still relatively intact.]
Hey brat! [He calls down to Fret, the remains of a beetle held in one hand. With the other, he tears off a leg and takes an exaggerated bite out of it.] This isn't bad at all. Are you sure you don't want to touch it?