[The crow is starting to whip around, flinching from Yamanbagiri's borderline and following Tsuzuki's movement as he runs out around the side of the area that Yamanbagiri had protected, when Maria dashes sure-footed to the back of its neck and brings her blade down it a scything arc.
Purple blood bursts from the wound, and its head droops forward helplessly as its screech is cut off mid-sound. Its struggles begin to grow weaker.]
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Purple blood bursts from the wound, and its head droops forward helplessly as its screech is cut off mid-sound. Its struggles begin to grow weaker.]