[yes. in a frenzied rush, all four flaming offenses crash down into the space where he had been, spewing out fire in a gushing explosion. bastard took one of the few ways out: backwards. but that means he's being chased, no longer on the offense. and those binds around its arms have gone slack, allowing the monster more freedom of movement with them. a very evasive person, those tendrils enabling the pest to get from one place to the next without much effort from the body. sloughing even more inferno off its body, the monster rises back to its full height, looking up towards the pest perched on the lamp light above him. it's going to be tricky balancing up there, as the metal begins to soften from the sheer presence of that fire so close to it. but it holds... for now, the weight upon it not enough to make it buckle under the remaining strength.
its eyes narrow at the way that other hauls back. countless images. hundreds of videos and papers. though he isn't a hero himself, he's seen so many examples. it's not hard at all to guess what the next attack is going to be. a spear-like throw, hurtling his sword through the air. flames burst from the monster's wrist and in a flash of boiling fire, forms into a burning spear of its own, one giant hand slamming around its middle with a splash of heat beneath its grip. and hauls right back for its own, before slamming it forward in a blazing strike.
both meet in midair, crashing into each other, concussive force versus physical weight. flames shatter outward in a bursting array of smaller spines, and the monsters eyes widen as the glowing point emerges from the back of its own attack. a second later, the heavy impact pierces into meat with a wet "splutch!" sound, twisting its body to the side as it roars in surprise and anger. right through the shoulder, heaving the massive beast from the floor and carrying it a short distance backwards before thudding into the wall behind it. left dangling a foot or so above the ground, one hand grasping at the sword embedded in its shoulder, the monster tugs and pulls at it, some of that corruption falling away as if a rotten log was pouring off the arm, revealing another limb beneath, this one far more lanky and discolored with purple, gnarled scar tissue.
but at least it seems to have finally gotten the attention of the other party. that turquoise eye slides upward in its flaming socket, peering towards the glowing being atop that lamp post.]
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its eyes narrow at the way that other hauls back. countless images. hundreds of videos and papers. though he isn't a hero himself, he's seen so many examples. it's not hard at all to guess what the next attack is going to be. a spear-like throw, hurtling his sword through the air. flames burst from the monster's wrist and in a flash of boiling fire, forms into a burning spear of its own, one giant hand slamming around its middle with a splash of heat beneath its grip. and hauls right back for its own, before slamming it forward in a blazing strike.
both meet in midair, crashing into each other, concussive force versus physical weight. flames shatter outward in a bursting array of smaller spines, and the monsters eyes widen as the glowing point emerges from the back of its own attack. a second later, the heavy impact pierces into meat with a wet "splutch!" sound, twisting its body to the side as it roars in surprise and anger. right through the shoulder, heaving the massive beast from the floor and carrying it a short distance backwards before thudding into the wall behind it. left dangling a foot or so above the ground, one hand grasping at the sword embedded in its shoulder, the monster tugs and pulls at it, some of that corruption falling away as if a rotten log was pouring off the arm, revealing another limb beneath, this one far more lanky and discolored with purple, gnarled scar tissue.
but at least it seems to have finally gotten the attention of the other party. that turquoise eye slides upward in its flaming socket, peering towards the glowing being atop that lamp post.]
who're you...?