[The dying creature jolts as it is struck by the bullet, and then lies still, its sounds of pain finally ceasing. It starts to rapidly dissolve afterwards, sending motes of light drifting out that Apollo can't help but stare at.]
Why is nothing in this place normal?
[Despite his grumbling, the motes that drift towards him make his gashes sting less, the bleeding slowing to a stop, allowing Apollo to breathe a little easier. He has no idea why that's happening, but he's not looking any gift horses in the mouth right now.]
So you want power? Even if it's weird monster power? ... I can't say it's not, uh, effective.
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Why is nothing in this place normal?
[Despite his grumbling, the motes that drift towards him make his gashes sting less, the bleeding slowing to a stop, allowing Apollo to breathe a little easier. He has no idea why that's happening, but he's not looking any gift horses in the mouth right now.]
So you want power? Even if it's weird monster power? ... I can't say it's not, uh, effective.