The Maw struggled to stand up.

  Seeing the opportunity, I reversed my grip on my broken sword and thrust it into its neck before straddling the Maw.

  “Too shallow…”

  I let go of the sword before I started to push it deeper with both hands.

  Finding a spot, I gripped the Maw by the head and pulled out the sword before repeatedly thrusting it into its neck.

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  Striking it again and again with all my weight, keeping my wind-ups slow.

  “My sword is truly dead.”

  I sighed softly.

  Deciding to drop my sword, I slid my free hand into the wound in the neck and began to rip it open, using my hand, restraining its head to support.

  “Stubborn…”

  I groaned slightly before I successfully ripped off the head, blood gushing out.

  “Pfft…”

  Dropping its head on the snow, I slowly regained my breath before stretching my shoulder.

  “Alright…”

  I stood up before taking out an empty sack from my pack and putting the Maw I split open inside.

  “I should also…”

  I gently grabbed the head of the Maw I decapitated and started punching it, making sure to dent it as much as I could.

  “Making sure you have passed,” I said before puffing.

  Putting the second Maw corpse inside the sack, I gently closed it before standing up and heading back to the guild.

  I hope the Maws I killed were… the right ones.

  Just a small thought before I walked off.