Upon that final blow it sustained from Inyrra's blade, the rutterkin's grip on its strange, foreign weapon loosened, and fell from Aya's torso, clattering to the floor. In turn, it slid from the sword and  dropped to its knees with a gurgled scream. It then began to crumble apart, though it wasn't into dust, but instead into tiny maggots that swirled about in the black ichor and attempted feebly to escape the carnage of the battle.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>