[Woosh! Gilgamesh guides them to the left, and the rush of the tiger's leap over their heads can still be felt afterward, rustling their hair. Gilgamesh lets out a glorious whoop, as the tiger growls and assesses them from afar. This has apparently gone on for quite awhile, judging from its panting.]
What shall I slay it with? A stab of this lance, or...?
[Gilgamesh's flickering grin seems to suggest he has something else in mind. Something a bit more fiery.]
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What shall I slay it with? A stab of this lance, or...?
[Gilgamesh's flickering grin seems to suggest he has something else in mind. Something a bit more fiery.]