[Liem has his hands full keeping away from the creature’s stabbing weapon, particularly as its reach is longer than he’d like, but then Dimitri is there, and Liem can again turn his attention to loosing quarrel after quarrel at its misshapen body. Two of the quarrels find their mark, puncturing deep into the creature’s chest along its ribs. (Does it have ribs?) The third, however, goes wide as some strangeness sinking into Liem makes his grip on his crossbow falter, makes him fumble as he pulls the trigger.
It’s his arms: they’re too long, sprouting fibrous and green from the ends of his sleeves, fingers like twigs strangely shaped within the confines of his gloves. He can feel that malformation against his boots as well, around his hips, his waist, at his shoulders; he is not as he should be. It makes him shudder, and back hastily away from the warped creature now lashing out at the assailants around it, as it stitches its wing back together to spring back into flight.]
cw: body horror
It’s his arms: they’re too long, sprouting fibrous and green from the ends of his sleeves, fingers like twigs strangely shaped within the confines of his gloves. He can feel that malformation against his boots as well, around his hips, his waist, at his shoulders; he is not as he should be. It makes him shudder, and back hastily away from the warped creature now lashing out at the assailants around it, as it stitches its wing back together to spring back into flight.]