[The other two warriors strike true when bid and that leaves Ives' part. He's a dutiful man, sensitive to suffering, and he will not hesitate. His hooves dig into the ground beneath and steady his weight for the leverage he needs. No amount of stinging pain from his wounded hand or the claws lashing at him will break his focus.
He grips each side of the last head tight and twists with all of his considerable strength. "I'm sorry-" flashes briefly across his mind, but he snuffs out the thought with anger having had it at all. He's not sorry, or at least, he shouldn't be. He's doing what needs to be done. This is what's best for Nehan-
The snap of the last head's neck is sickeningly loud, if no more visceral than the slashing of the other two landing their own fatal blows.
Ives holds the creature's weight up in his arms, as still as he can through any death throes, awaiting it to slump down dead.]
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He grips each side of the last head tight and twists with all of his considerable strength. "I'm sorry-" flashes briefly across his mind, but he snuffs out the thought with anger having had it at all. He's not sorry, or at least, he shouldn't be. He's doing what needs to be done. This is what's best for Nehan-
The snap of the last head's neck is sickeningly loud, if no more visceral than the slashing of the other two landing their own fatal blows.
Ives holds the creature's weight up in his arms, as still as he can through any death throes, awaiting it to slump down dead.]