[The sword lands true, impaling the rose bush effortlessly. And a loud, startled yowl rings out.
Bagheera is dead nah, don't worry. He just happened to be napping near that bush, and he wasn't really expecting a sharp point-y thing to skewer the flowers a few feet from his face.
He slinks out from behind the bushes, a thoroughly unimpressed look on his face.]
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Bagheera is dead nah, don't worry. He just happened to be napping near that bush, and he wasn't really expecting a sharp point-y thing to skewer the flowers a few feet from his face.
He slinks out from behind the bushes, a thoroughly unimpressed look on his face.]
Watch where you stab, child.