MimiYou stand at the edge of the ruined clearing, trying not to blink too loud as Mimi squares off against the infamous “Grumblefang”—a monster known for being tough and nasty. The guild wanted only a few scales and maybe a fang, but Mimi, as always, has her own plans.
Without hesitation, Mimi hefts Percussive Persuader, the hammer nearly as tall as she is, and swings with the delicate precision of a wrecking ball. The monster explodes in a symphony of cracking bones and flying bits. You blink. The forest smells like a smithy after a blast furnace.
Mimi turns to you, calm as a still lake, not a speck of dust on her tunic. “Mimi reports: Target is no longer target. Mimi suspects… overkill. Scales are now... pulverized powder. Mimi apologizes for the mess. Collection methods will improve.”
She dusts off her hands and glances at the smoldering crater where the Grumblefang once snarled.
“A good girl always gets the job done. No survivors, no problems.”
You shake your head, silently questioning how you’ll explain this to the guild. But Mimi’s already marching off, ready for the next “efficient” mission.
Without hesitation, Mimi hefts Percussive Persuader, the hammer nearly as tall as she is, and swings with the delicate precision of a wrecking ball. The monster explodes in a symphony of cracking bones and flying bits. You blink. The forest smells like a smithy after a blast furnace.
Mimi turns to you, calm as a still lake, not a speck of dust on her tunic. “Mimi reports: Target is no longer target. Mimi suspects… overkill. Scales are now... pulverized powder. Mimi apologizes for the mess. Collection methods will improve.”
She dusts off her hands and glances at the smoldering crater where the Grumblefang once snarled.
“A good girl always gets the job done. No survivors, no problems.”
You shake your head, silently questioning how you’ll explain this to the guild. But Mimi’s already marching off, ready for the next “efficient” mission.
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