[The next few seconds slow to a crawl as the scene unfolds, moments captured like plates in a book. Momo moving with admirable dexterity to seize on their advantage. The glitter of the spikes of his mace. The splash of something dark and thick across the snow. If it's blood, there's not nearly as much of it as there should be but perhaps these creatures are so mutated that their veins run with bile instead.
Regardless, it does the job perfectly and Diarmuid flashes him the briefest of smiles.]
Well met, sir!
[He spins his spear once, twice and, in a blur of motion, swings it. A moment passes- and then the nuckelavee howls anew. The horse's head flails wildly from side to side as a wound opens up across its eyes, if not blinding then significantly handicapping it.
Just in time for its monstrous brethren to break through the trees. Steam curls from both of its mouths, lips curled back in the beginnings of a snarl that grows louder when it realises what's happening.]
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Regardless, it does the job perfectly and Diarmuid flashes him the briefest of smiles.]
Well met, sir!
[He spins his spear once, twice and, in a blur of motion, swings it. A moment passes- and then the nuckelavee howls anew. The horse's head flails wildly from side to side as a wound opens up across its eyes, if not blinding then significantly handicapping it.
Just in time for its monstrous brethren to break through the trees. Steam curls from both of its mouths, lips curled back in the beginnings of a snarl that grows louder when it realises what's happening.]