[A dancer? That earns him a little laugh as Diarmuid ducks back out of the horse head's reach. In spite of himself, there's something playful, almost cocky, in his body language.]
In that case, I'll endeavour to meet your rhythm. [His grip on Gáe Dearg loosens, allowing him to slip further down its length and away from the beast, before tightening again so that he can wrench it back out.] The lead is yours.
[The barrier turns out to be a prudent- and skillfully enacted- decision. No sooner as he spoken than the first nuckelavee is dragging its broken body upright and begins a furious charge in their direction. Diarmuid recentres his balance, draws his spear back into position and nods.]
Go. I'll handle this one.
[On cue, the humanoid part of the second makes another desperate attack on him. Even with one arm bloodied and the other snapped, there's no end to its determination to land at least one blow. Diarmuid manages to fend most of them off with his spear but the sheer size of the thing as it rears upright catches him off just enough for it to catch his chest. Fabric rips, skin breaks and the Lancer hisses in pain as he staggers back.]
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In that case, I'll endeavour to meet your rhythm. [His grip on Gáe Dearg loosens, allowing him to slip further down its length and away from the beast, before tightening again so that he can wrench it back out.] The lead is yours.
[The barrier turns out to be a prudent- and skillfully enacted- decision. No sooner as he spoken than the first nuckelavee is dragging its broken body upright and begins a furious charge in their direction. Diarmuid recentres his balance, draws his spear back into position and nods.]
Go. I'll handle this one.
[On cue, the humanoid part of the second makes another desperate attack on him. Even with one arm bloodied and the other snapped, there's no end to its determination to land at least one blow. Diarmuid manages to fend most of them off with his spear but the sheer size of the thing as it rears upright catches him off just enough for it to catch his chest. Fabric rips, skin breaks and the Lancer hisses in pain as he staggers back.]
Stubborn bastard, aren't you?