[ So far there's only one, though Ephemera is ready for more. He watches as it stumbles toward his ally and then stalks after it, ready to end the fight. He relishes fighting animals, in a way; something that isn't human shaped. But it dies just fine when he cuts its head off, the spray of blood hitting the nearest wall to stain.
no subject
He exhales sharply. ]
Good.
[ He can work with this. Yes. ]