[The thing howls in pain, clinging stubbornly to life, and Edgeworth flings it off him with a noise of disgust as it rakes its claws against his arm. Then he jumps back to his feet, although his opponent is now swaying as it tries to approach.
He slashes at it finally, and when it crumples to the ground, he heaves a sigh.]
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He slashes at it finally, and when it crumples to the ground, he heaves a sigh.]
...Regardless of how short that life is, yes.