[There's poetic irony in the blind guy being the one with the clearest view of the entire unfolding battle--much as he's got reasons to wish he didn't. Wishing you didn't have a responsibility over the consequences that came along with it didn't change that you had it, though--and so.
Illarion throws Fern a high sign as the vines further immobilize the monster's head. Something else--the shrike can make a guess what--is helping them there but now they've got insurance, now they've got a guarantee of time between Fern's efforts and those of their doomed unknown ally embedded in the neck. Hard-won seconds tick by as the monster's thrashing falters and Illarion observes, by ((feel)) and through Iskierka's eyes, the efforts to cut through its neck and to its pilot.
There's the first moment of revelation, as Childe falters. And the second, as Bigby doesn't, and voices that horrible scream. The shrike's expression grows more remote than it already is. (It should have been him up there.)
That doesn't sound good!
Well, no. It wasn't.]
They've killed it. Brace yourself! And them! [If this has half the animation of any dragon he's ever seen killed, it's going to be a wild ride for the two in the jaws as it falls.
And, possibly, the ground crew as well. He takes a step closer to Fern, balancing further on his toes, ready to jump both of them out of the way if it comes to it.]
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Illarion throws Fern a high sign as the vines further immobilize the monster's head. Something else--the shrike can make a guess what--is helping them there but now they've got insurance, now they've got a guarantee of time between Fern's efforts and those of their doomed unknown ally embedded in the neck. Hard-won seconds tick by as the monster's thrashing falters and Illarion observes, by ((feel)) and through Iskierka's eyes, the efforts to cut through its neck and to its pilot.
There's the first moment of revelation, as Childe falters. And the second, as Bigby doesn't, and voices that horrible scream. The shrike's expression grows more remote than it already is. (It should have been him up there.)
That doesn't sound good!
Well, no. It wasn't.]
They've killed it. Brace yourself! And them! [If this has half the animation of any dragon he's ever seen killed, it's going to be a wild ride for the two in the jaws as it falls.
And, possibly, the ground crew as well. He takes a step closer to Fern, balancing further on his toes, ready to jump both of them out of the way if it comes to it.]