idk I guess I still play this dumb asshole

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[amadaman]

"Ugh." Ken's listening. He hears all of the man's words, but most of his attention is on the monster now. "Gross."

Now that it's in his hands and he can feel its weight and make out the shape of it, he doesn't need to be told twice about using it. He doesn't need an explanation either. After that final word, Ken falls quiet, breath slowing, deepening -- an inhale through his nose, filling his lungs, an exhale through barely parted lips. His shoulders rise and fall which each breath as his dark eyes observe and follow the monster's movements. Every twitch. Every breath. Every--

As the man told him, Ken isn't thinking deeply about what he's doing. He only reacts, jumping into action the moment he catches the monster tensing for another attack, and from there it's momentous. He opens his mouth to let out a yell that's surprisingly deep for a boy his size, and he rams that small body into the monster without hesitation. The stick -- the stake -- he gripped in his hand sinks into the monster's chest a lot easier than he expected. It's over before he truly realizes what he's doing, rolling off the body below him after it falls to the ground and stops moving.