[ This is a bit of a gamble, and more of an attempt at tactics than Gray would normally employ on the fly. Luckily, Amos dives into close range as she'd hoped; she has no option but to engage him at "ground level," having no ranged weapon or means of flight.
Amos rockets through the foliage overhead and manages to latch onto her glaive, where the fairy wing remains bound by webbing. Gray stubbornly hangs on and fights to halt his momentum, boots digging into bark until she brings him nearly to a stop. Yet for all her power, she weighs a dubious hundred pounds with equipment included, and for a frightening moment her feet lose purchase beneath her.
If she allows herself to get carried off, she'll be at Amos's mercy. Still hanging onto her glaive, she stretches out until her feet find a jut of wood. She kicks hard against it, and twists to try to throw Amos under her on the branch. ]
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Amos rockets through the foliage overhead and manages to latch onto her glaive, where the fairy wing remains bound by webbing. Gray stubbornly hangs on and fights to halt his momentum, boots digging into bark until she brings him nearly to a stop. Yet for all her power, she weighs a dubious hundred pounds with equipment included, and for a frightening moment her feet lose purchase beneath her.
If she allows herself to get carried off, she'll be at Amos's mercy. Still hanging onto her glaive, she stretches out until her feet find a jut of wood. She kicks hard against it, and twists to try to throw Amos under her on the branch. ]