"Ain't a lesson. It's only a suggestion, hero." He turns to look at the damage that's been left in the wake of the Bugge's rampaging hunt, angrily tearing after a single person with tunnel vision. Quite a bit of collateral damage, though he can't make out whether anyone's immediately dead in the vicinity.

Each pierce of the blade earns a weakening growl or groan from the creature as the miqo'te mounts atop it like a haggled champion over a toppled beast. Once more, it tries to turn its head, to lock eyes and freeze him in place, but all it really does is give the man an easier avenue to its throat. The twisted neck quickly rends open via the slash and blood spews out in an arching spray across the wall, drawing a gory arc in mockery of a rainbow drooling down the white surface. Gurgle gurgle. Aaaand down. Landing with a thud before going still.

Dabi moves forward, watching the Bugge bleeding out and the ground eagerly absorbing its blood. One second after another before he finishes up himself and heads away from it. Coat tails drift behind him in the breeze, sweeping the air that hangs heavily with smoke and blood. "Don't hurt yourself too bad. It'll get back up in half an hour to hunt someone else."