A silvery arc of light flashed, accompanied by a faint tearing sound.
"PFFT!"
The scimitar's tip sliced precisely into the Fluorescent Mushroom Person's blue-green cap. Its small legs flailed for a moment before going still.
Kelvin smoothly withdrew his scimitar and blew a breath across its blade.
"See that? My dear Ira, my man Bloom, this is the strength of a veteran Adventurer!"
"The eyesight of a Visaji Person combined with the precision of a Ranger makes dealing with these 'fluorescent little cuties' a piece of cake."
He raised his chin smugly, his curly golden hair still conspicuous in the dim light.
Ira paid no attention to her captain's performance. She was crouching nearby, carefully digging up a peculiar plant growing next to a rotten tree root with a small wooden trowel.
"It's a Water Lily!"
She looked up, her baby-fat face full of pleasant surprise.
