[There's no verbal response, but he doesn't expect one, listening instead for the creak of the rope through the hook, the unsteady sway of the wounded beast. He tries to picture just where it might be, and whether Lan Zhan will yank the rope or let the beast drop lower.
Since he's hit it once, he tries to follow up quickly, aiming high, laughing as he does so.]
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Since he's hit it once, he tries to follow up quickly, aiming high, laughing as he does so.]