Following Amanda's lead, or perhaps just using any excuse for a little extra choppy-time, Jang re-clobbered half of the Sahuagin until the wee fishy thug was finally exhausted. Then, standing ontop of the pile bloody and fearsome, trident still embedded in shoulder, she raised her cleaver thoroughly into the air and bellowed out a momentous, heroic spree of words that few would dare defy...
"...Owowowowowow ah ah ah ah ow ow ow ah eh, shit, ah! -It hurt! You guys! Three spear!- Ah ow ow ow~. ;_;"
Yeah, battlescars or no battlescars, Jang just welled up like a big merbaby.
"...I'll... Trade... Yeah, trade meats of trout guys!... Yeah, they food and mine?... If fix? Yeah!... Please, please... :c"