"For fuck's sake," She snarls, and grabs for his hand. There's no time to be charitable about it. "Hold this to the light! Focus!"
The terror demon screams, gibbering from its slackened mouth. It's impossible to fully place the sound — at once a shriek and something else altogether, whatever noise might compel a given man to panic.
When Wren hears it, it sounds like singing.
Her teeth grit against the urge to run. White light flashes, as she rips at the thing again. The blade rebounds from the thick armor of its side, seems to cleave between something other than flesh: There's a ripple through the air, and like the noise before, the demon is at once itself and something darker. Half a shadow, slipped from the shape of Gaultier's personal fears.
"Do not falter! Break its legs, or aim for the belly!" Softer tissue there, but the man's sword is heavy, they may yet be able to batter their way through its chitin. "But first — the light!"
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The terror demon screams, gibbering from its slackened mouth. It's impossible to fully place the sound — at once a shriek and something else altogether, whatever noise might compel a given man to panic.
When Wren hears it, it sounds like singing.
Her teeth grit against the urge to run. White light flashes, as she rips at the thing again. The blade rebounds from the thick armor of its side, seems to cleave between something other than flesh: There's a ripple through the air, and like the noise before, the demon is at once itself and something darker. Half a shadow, slipped from the shape of Gaultier's personal fears.
"Do not falter! Break its legs, or aim for the belly!" Softer tissue there, but the man's sword is heavy, they may yet be able to batter their way through its chitin. "But first — the light!"