The shrike's feathers and talons vanish the instant he loses contact with the beast's skull, tucked back away into higher reality. With them gone he's got a split-second of clarity, a fraction of a moment to ((feel)) through the monster and the confusing jumble of its innards.
He notices two things: Bigby's alive and fighting. (Cause to rejoice, there.)
And there's another body embedded in the creature, too high up the neck to have been a victim of its hunger.
Interesting, and confusing, and also something he can do damned little about with a one-way ticket to gods-only-knew-where. Most of his thoughts are currently on not getting splattered across the landscape or so irrevocably broken he can't limp back to the fight, and so--
His Omen manifests herself at the top of her Sleeper's arc, scale-and-feather wings tucked close to her body as she dives into the fray. A tiny thing--no larger than a big songbird, or an enormous moth--she'd be easy to ignore in the chaos except she's frantically broadcasting a...very confusing image to any other Omen near enough to hear, something like a smeared cross-section of the titan and its innards (and passenger) if one could view it all from outside three-dimensional space. Look! Look at this!
Give her a bit; she'll get words to describe what she's seeing eventually.
Somewhere far in the distance, Illarion falls through the barn's roof with a tremendous crash.
Then the rest of the rickety structure promptly falls in on top of him, sending a cloud of dust, snow, and debris high into the air.
He'll be a little while getting out of that one. Iskierka will have to carry his contribution to the fight until he can.]
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The shrike's feathers and talons vanish the instant he loses contact with the beast's skull, tucked back away into higher reality. With them gone he's got a split-second of clarity, a fraction of a moment to ((feel)) through the monster and the confusing jumble of its innards.
He notices two things: Bigby's alive and fighting. (Cause to rejoice, there.)
And there's another body embedded in the creature, too high up the neck to have been a victim of its hunger.
Interesting, and confusing, and also something he can do damned little about with a one-way ticket to gods-only-knew-where. Most of his thoughts are currently on not getting splattered across the landscape or so irrevocably broken he can't limp back to the fight, and so--
His Omen manifests herself at the top of her Sleeper's arc, scale-and-feather wings tucked close to her body as she dives into the fray. A tiny thing--no larger than a big songbird, or an enormous moth--she'd be easy to ignore in the chaos except she's frantically broadcasting a...very confusing image to any other Omen near enough to hear, something like a smeared cross-section of the titan and its innards (and passenger) if one could view it all from outside three-dimensional space. Look! Look at this!
Give her a bit; she'll get words to describe what she's seeing eventually.
Somewhere far in the distance, Illarion falls through the barn's roof with a tremendous crash.
Then the rest of the rickety structure promptly falls in on top of him, sending a cloud of dust, snow, and debris high into the air.
He'll be a little while getting out of that one. Iskierka will have to carry his contribution to the fight until he can.]