[Fortunately, Fern is very glad Illarion is there. He too is the kind of person who is used to yeeting himself straight into a monster rather than providing support outside (he has, in fact, defeated several monsters in this fashion), so he's a bit at a loss as to how to best use his abilities to make sure his teammates don't die horribly.
He nods at Illarion's direction, more vines splitting and growing and twisting around the monster's head and neck.]
On it!
[It feels like ages pass. He so badly wants to just forget about holding the monster down, holding it down isn't cutting it and he can feel those thoughts creeping into the back of his mind. It would be a lot better if he just let go and attacked with his blade arm, or a sword, or his battle axe. It would be more satisfying than this.
Those thoughts don't feel like his, but he knows they are, and he's trying his damnedest here to ignore them, even as his grass twitches anxiously. The sound of Bigby's scream is a good distraction though, and he snaps his head up.]
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He nods at Illarion's direction, more vines splitting and growing and twisting around the monster's head and neck.]
On it!
[It feels like ages pass. He so badly wants to just forget about holding the monster down, holding it down isn't cutting it and he can feel those thoughts creeping into the back of his mind. It would be a lot better if he just let go and attacked with his blade arm, or a sword, or his battle axe. It would be more satisfying than this.
Those thoughts don't feel like his, but he knows they are, and he's trying his damnedest here to ignore them, even as his grass twitches anxiously. The sound of Bigby's scream is a good distraction though, and he snaps his head up.]
That doesn't sound good!