[There is precious little time to divulge any more detailed information when the foul, one-eyed skinned fusion of beast and man gallops toward them single-mindedly. It would be next to impossible to decapitate anything with an arrow, but they might as well make use of his prepared attack if it can buy them even a few second's worth of time.]
Legs!
[To slow its advance. Even if the trajectory of Onni's arrow flew true to the mark, the Nuckelavee swipes its apelike arm to intercept the shot, allowing its forearm to get punctured in lieu of its powerful equine legs. It takes a fantastic leap...
Soren cannot take to the air in time, especially not while trying to rescue Onni. Wasting not a second more, he shoves himself before the witch as though to take the blow for him even though he's much smaller, steps forth a few steps, and in an eruption of bluish white light, Soren's compact little body unfurls like a bud revealing a vast bloom contained within in fast motion. He grows wide and especially tall between Onni and the creature until he's well over ten times his own size, and replacing the long-haired boy is a dragon about the size of an elephant and standing erect.
Don't worry, Onni. He minds his long-ass tail.
The Nuckelavee's hooves collide with his chest and it seizes hold of his collarbone plating with its injured side and snatches his jaw in its massive grip, clamping his mouth shut like a muzzle. Soren grunts against the assault and catches its wrists in his own grip, which rivals even the Nuckalevee's. They grapple; the Nuckelavee shrieks and stomps and Soren weathers the blows, though it's not easy. He speaks to Onni without even needing to open his mouth, his voice seemingly disembodied as though it's delivered through some sort of psychic means.]
It can only be... defeated by beheading either the "horse" or its "rider"...
[The horse end of the equation starts trying to bite at Soren's neck.]
no subject
Legs!
[To slow its advance. Even if the trajectory of Onni's arrow flew true to the mark, the Nuckelavee swipes its apelike arm to intercept the shot, allowing its forearm to get punctured in lieu of its powerful equine legs. It takes a fantastic leap...
Soren cannot take to the air in time, especially not while trying to rescue Onni. Wasting not a second more, he shoves himself before the witch as though to take the blow for him even though he's much smaller, steps forth a few steps, and in an eruption of bluish white light, Soren's compact little body unfurls like a bud revealing a vast bloom contained within in fast motion. He grows wide and especially tall between Onni and the creature until he's well over ten times his own size, and replacing the long-haired boy is a dragon about the size of an elephant and standing erect.
Don't worry, Onni. He minds his long-ass tail.
The Nuckelavee's hooves collide with his chest and it seizes hold of his collarbone plating with its injured side and snatches his jaw in its massive grip, clamping his mouth shut like a muzzle. Soren grunts against the assault and catches its wrists in his own grip, which rivals even the Nuckalevee's. They grapple; the Nuckelavee shrieks and stomps and Soren weathers the blows, though it's not easy. He speaks to Onni without even needing to open his mouth, his voice seemingly disembodied as though it's delivered through some sort of psychic means.]
It can only be... defeated by beheading either the "horse" or its "rider"...
[The horse end of the equation starts trying to bite at Soren's neck.]