-- I would hope for nothing less. [ ( Bondrewd folds his hands together, fingers briefly laced around the whistle still tucked upon his lapel.
A silent prayer. Thank you, Aetós, for the opportunity. And then all hell breaks loose. )
As the scratch of chitinous limb and the rasp of slender teeth gnashing against one another begin to fill the once-silent room, Bondrewd takes note of the location of his companions, and the forward march of the creature near to him. It must have descended the pillar from above, for in a circular room, there would have been no dark corners for it to creep from without being observed by one of the two others. They had sharper eyes, after all. And he, who had even looked up to the ceiling above, had barely picked out the evidence of hanging chain and heavy, metal cages before he had recognized that anything could be hiding in the midst of them.
It simply had to be hiding before they'd even advanced.
Steadily, he bends himself forward into a crouch, as the injured creature ( insectoid? arachnid? even as he enters combat, his mind is still a wild thing, cataloging and questioning ) advances for him. He is the closest, and has not injured it yet as the other two have. Just beyond him, the surge of creatures scurry for Sebastian and Liem, and he thrusts his hands against the lunging maw of the injured one as it drives itself into him.
This will be challenging. But, oh well. It is as good as any time to test the effects of the structure on his strength. Mechanically, he intones: ] Sparagmos.
[ The light is dimmer, the range severely reduced to close-range combat, but he is still able to twist his hips and carve a scalding furrow through the head of the tick-beast. Intrinsically, he feels as though a resource has been lost. Aah, limitations within limitations. He lunges for the next, brute-forcing it from its trajectory and swiping another aside with his tail, swatting it like a. Well, a bug. ]
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A silent prayer. Thank you, Aetós, for the opportunity. And then all hell breaks loose. )
As the scratch of chitinous limb and the rasp of slender teeth gnashing against one another begin to fill the once-silent room, Bondrewd takes note of the location of his companions, and the forward march of the creature near to him. It must have descended the pillar from above, for in a circular room, there would have been no dark corners for it to creep from without being observed by one of the two others. They had sharper eyes, after all. And he, who had even looked up to the ceiling above, had barely picked out the evidence of hanging chain and heavy, metal cages before he had recognized that anything could be hiding in the midst of them.
It simply had to be hiding before they'd even advanced.
Steadily, he bends himself forward into a crouch, as the injured creature ( insectoid? arachnid? even as he enters combat, his mind is still a wild thing, cataloging and questioning ) advances for him. He is the closest, and has not injured it yet as the other two have. Just beyond him, the surge of creatures scurry for Sebastian and Liem, and he thrusts his hands against the lunging maw of the injured one as it drives itself into him.
This will be challenging. But, oh well. It is as good as any time to test the effects of the structure on his strength. Mechanically, he intones: ] Sparagmos.
[ The light is dimmer, the range severely reduced to close-range combat, but he is still able to twist his hips and carve a scalding furrow through the head of the tick-beast. Intrinsically, he feels as though a resource has been lost. Aah, limitations within limitations. He lunges for the next, brute-forcing it from its trajectory and swiping another aside with his tail, swatting it like a. Well, a bug. ]