[Momo grins at the offering of the "lead", but takes the implication seriously - he's not particularly experienced with this kind of combat, but he's always been a decent strategist. The issue is just applying it in a relatively unfamiliar situation.
For now, though, he inclines his head at Diarmuid's request for him to dispatch the first one. With both of the creatures wounded but still kicking, it does make sense to deal with them both at once - though he's halfway to gone when he hears that hit on Diarmuid and half-turns his head back. He has real trouble turning his back on anyone else needing help, but rather than throw another barrier, he grabs one of the throwing knives on his thigh and lobs it at the creature's horse eye. It misses by a small margin when it moves its head, but still rams through its cheek at speed and gives it its own injury to think about for a few seconds.
That's all he'll give for the moment, though, because the first one is trying to smash through the barrier through sheer just running itself into it repeatedly and Momo would rather deal with that before the barrier breaks entirely. Starting to draw up another spell, he tries another technique this time, circling the barrier and waiting until he gets close enough to the creature for it to roar at him. Both the human and the horse mouth open in its enraged wailing, and Momo takes a moment to pick his target before shooting the barrier spell off...
...right into the opening of the human head's throat, figuring it'll be the path of least resistance. The shrieking breaks off, almost as if confused on the part of the horse half, and the "rider" tries to shove its hands into its own mouth to dislodge the obstruction. Momo still has some part of the spell live, though, because the writing on his arm lingers, and he slowly traces down it with the air of someone pulling on a bowstring. The nuckelavee, seemingly with some idea of what's about to happen, starts towards him with snapping teeth, but its crippled leg slows it enough to make it avoidable and the desperate flails of the humanoid arms come only within inches of crossing the distance.
It's an experiment, but it pays off. The creature's neck distends foully as the round barrier in its throat increases in size, the pressure it can normally withstand now being used for offense. There's an ugly crunch as the creature's flesh gives way just before the barrier does, ripping its neck about three quarters open and making any remaining severance much easier.
Momo grabs his mace with all the readiness of someone about to potshot a pinata, eyes on the head dangling off the remains of the neck.] Close enough.
[Time to put his sportsball skills to work, as he charges forward to take a heavy swing at the partially-severed rider head.]
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For now, though, he inclines his head at Diarmuid's request for him to dispatch the first one. With both of the creatures wounded but still kicking, it does make sense to deal with them both at once - though he's halfway to gone when he hears that hit on Diarmuid and half-turns his head back. He has real trouble turning his back on anyone else needing help, but rather than throw another barrier, he grabs one of the throwing knives on his thigh and lobs it at the creature's horse eye. It misses by a small margin when it moves its head, but still rams through its cheek at speed and gives it its own injury to think about for a few seconds.
That's all he'll give for the moment, though, because the first one is trying to smash through the barrier through sheer just running itself into it repeatedly and Momo would rather deal with that before the barrier breaks entirely. Starting to draw up another spell, he tries another technique this time, circling the barrier and waiting until he gets close enough to the creature for it to roar at him. Both the human and the horse mouth open in its enraged wailing, and Momo takes a moment to pick his target before shooting the barrier spell off...
...right into the opening of the human head's throat, figuring it'll be the path of least resistance. The shrieking breaks off, almost as if confused on the part of the horse half, and the "rider" tries to shove its hands into its own mouth to dislodge the obstruction. Momo still has some part of the spell live, though, because the writing on his arm lingers, and he slowly traces down it with the air of someone pulling on a bowstring. The nuckelavee, seemingly with some idea of what's about to happen, starts towards him with snapping teeth, but its crippled leg slows it enough to make it avoidable and the desperate flails of the humanoid arms come only within inches of crossing the distance.
It's an experiment, but it pays off. The creature's neck distends foully as the round barrier in its throat increases in size, the pressure it can normally withstand now being used for offense. There's an ugly crunch as the creature's flesh gives way just before the barrier does, ripping its neck about three quarters open and making any remaining severance much easier.
Momo grabs his mace with all the readiness of someone about to potshot a pinata, eyes on the head dangling off the remains of the neck.] Close enough.
[Time to put his sportsball skills to work, as he charges forward to take a heavy swing at the partially-severed rider head.]