Just another "productive" day on the Felucca facet. Spent a solid twenty minutes chasing a young hulryung around the woods, my blade whistling through the air with impressive, yet utterly ineffective, enthusiasm. I'm pretty sure I just polished its scales for it.
The highlight? It actually stopped to mock me. I swear I heard it snicker. "Speech received," they call it. More like "insults delivered."
To add glorious insult to injury, I then managed to whiff a swing at a completely different, utterly harmless-looking creature. My arms are tired, my pride is in tatters, and I owe my repair bills to sheer incompetence.
Anyone have tips for, well, hitting things? Asking for a very frustrated friend.
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