[That actually gets a laugh out of Momo, jarring given the situation.] I'm a dancer by trade, I sure hope I don't.
[It's definitely not the sum of his trade, but the fact that he's spent most of his life on his feet in competition means if there's one thing he's sure of himself in, it's physical situations. While the first nuckelavee's howl makes him consider going back to dispatch that one properly, the second one is in a very bad position and they could press their advantage while they have it to finish it now. The smell of burning flesh that the spear brings out only brings that idea more into focus, as the second creature bays and bucks and tries to get back onto its feet, but can't find footing on the ice. The way it falls impales it further on the spear, making it roar again as the horse head tries to turn enough to bite Diarmuid despite not really being close enough to get there.
Momo is, however, unsure enough of the level of enchantment on the spear to check, even as he switches his own weapon for the long hunting knife on one arm. To make use of the time he needs to ask the question, he runs a quick scrawl of symbols down his forearm with one finger and casts another barrier between them and the first creature, on the off chance it gets its bearings enough from hearing them to try charging their way - its head has swung in their direction more than once, and it is making a fairly determined effort to drag itself around.] Want me to get the first one or are you gonna need a hand finishing this one off?
[He's prepared to move as soon as he gets an answer, he just doesn't want to jump off and then immediately be needed back here, or double-team this one when it's not needed.]
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[It's definitely not the sum of his trade, but the fact that he's spent most of his life on his feet in competition means if there's one thing he's sure of himself in, it's physical situations. While the first nuckelavee's howl makes him consider going back to dispatch that one properly, the second one is in a very bad position and they could press their advantage while they have it to finish it now. The smell of burning flesh that the spear brings out only brings that idea more into focus, as the second creature bays and bucks and tries to get back onto its feet, but can't find footing on the ice. The way it falls impales it further on the spear, making it roar again as the horse head tries to turn enough to bite Diarmuid despite not really being close enough to get there.
Momo is, however, unsure enough of the level of enchantment on the spear to check, even as he switches his own weapon for the long hunting knife on one arm. To make use of the time he needs to ask the question, he runs a quick scrawl of symbols down his forearm with one finger and casts another barrier between them and the first creature, on the off chance it gets its bearings enough from hearing them to try charging their way - its head has swung in their direction more than once, and it is making a fairly determined effort to drag itself around.] Want me to get the first one or are you gonna need a hand finishing this one off?
[He's prepared to move as soon as he gets an answer, he just doesn't want to jump off and then immediately be needed back here, or double-team this one when it's not needed.]