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[The termite being knocked onto its back leaves her the perfect opening, the cracked carapace just waiting to be exploited, and Kainé drops past Hereward after her previous aerial attack to plunge both blades into the opening, twisting so that their serrated edges shred anything meaningful inside.
The creature shrieks in response to their combined efforts, remaining limbs twitching— until it suddenly goes silent and still.
With a noise of definitive satisfaction, Kainé pulls one of her blades free and sends a shower of bug guts spraying across the immediate area in the process. Sorry about your shirt, Akechi.]
She's not getting up anytime soon. Don't know what we're supposed to do with the body, though.
[Shades usually just... disintegrate.]