“Dash, you gotta stay still or I’ll keep missing,”
scolded Pinkie as her friend howled.
Fair… wait.
Pinkie took another whack and hit her target. She swung again and again.
Blood sprayed into the air, but Pinkie realized she wasn’t getting anywhere.
The blade just wasn’t going through the bone.
Huh. Guess you’re gonna need a better tool for the job. Like a Bonesaw, perhaps?
“Hmm, I guess I forgot to sharpen it. I’ll try something else,” stated
Pinkie matter-of-factly as she tossed the knife over her shoulder, embedding
the blade in the table.
Oh, the table made of bones, it has no problem cutting through enough to get stuck in.
Or is it stuck in the flesh? Wildbow didn’t really specify how the flesh was used in the tables.
Through the haze of pain and tears, Dash heard the
sound of a metal box opening and closing.“Got it! Say Dash, why do
they call it a hack saw? It doesn’t hack; hacking is what I was doing with the
knife. This is a saw. I don’t get it.”
That… is actually a good question.
Maybe you use it to cut through online security systems?
*hack saw voice* “I’m in.”
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