(the tenticle flies the air, but collaspes midway, as the creature begins to whisp away, into smoke, but they still are not alone)
rokin: ya, we beat him! but one ting, i didn't kill him.
(suddenly millions of creatures appear, they are made of bones, from mixed speacies of animals)
rokin: uh oh!
ooc: sorry about killing it, but the fight was going for too long. if you disagree with me, then it happened in rokin's vision.
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