[An Omen may be solid enough to ride or carry objects for her Sleeper, and she may be able to fend off beasts--but however good a show she gives, Iskierka can't truly fight.
She still gives it her best try. She doesn't bother to dodge, holding the line as she is; she's thrown into the wall with a hollow crunch and a wave of smoke. Insubstantial teeth snap at the beast's face and insubstantial talons rake at his belly. Each thrashing attack further scents the air with Illarion's blood.
In the basement, the shrike listens to the battle and holds pressure on his throat. The gray haze in front of his eyes makes it harder to see his next move--a stairwell up, maybe, to tree himself higher in the building. A suggestion this basement connects to the next by a boarded-up hall, but would the abomination follow through that small a space...
He's slowing already. The length of this chase will be measured in minutes, not hours, if his stars are with him.]
as bigby is drawn to his tasty friends, so are we drawn...
She still gives it her best try. She doesn't bother to dodge, holding the line as she is; she's thrown into the wall with a hollow crunch and a wave of smoke. Insubstantial teeth snap at the beast's face and insubstantial talons rake at his belly. Each thrashing attack further scents the air with Illarion's blood.
In the basement, the shrike listens to the battle and holds pressure on his throat. The gray haze in front of his eyes makes it harder to see his next move--a stairwell up, maybe, to tree himself higher in the building. A suggestion this basement connects to the next by a boarded-up hall, but would the abomination follow through that small a space...
He's slowing already. The length of this chase will be measured in minutes, not hours, if his stars are with him.]