[All right, that thought becomes much more relevant now.
He isn't sure what does it, really. The flash of panic surging through his veins plays some part, but it's not as though rushing forward makes any practical sense tactically. And yet his feet propel him forward all the same, darting out from his shadowed hiding spot, taking him as fast as he can manage. Because he can see how badly this is going to go. He can see the rage in that creature, beaten and bruised as it is. He watches it turn and set itself upon Winter, and make to lunge itself at him, its too many teeth gleaming.
He's there just in time, dexterous enough to leap over any detritus in the way and literally push Winter out of the proverbial line of fire, both arms extended.]
Move-!
[Which unfortunately puts him right before that large mouth, the bite force of an angry spectator. No matter where Winter ended up, at least he's not where Astarion is, where he has his side punctured with hard, sharp teeth, gnashed into, flesh torn a bit as it wrenches its head to the side and flings the vampire straight into the cliff wall.
Astarion cries out in shock more than pain, mostly registering the collision with stone than anything else just yet. Gravity brings him to the ground, disoriented and bleeding. Wind thoroughly knocked from him. He's lost his bow up the incline somewhere in-between all of this.]
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He isn't sure what does it, really. The flash of panic surging through his veins plays some part, but it's not as though rushing forward makes any practical sense tactically. And yet his feet propel him forward all the same, darting out from his shadowed hiding spot, taking him as fast as he can manage. Because he can see how badly this is going to go. He can see the rage in that creature, beaten and bruised as it is. He watches it turn and set itself upon Winter, and make to lunge itself at him, its too many teeth gleaming.
He's there just in time, dexterous enough to leap over any detritus in the way and literally push Winter out of the proverbial line of fire, both arms extended.]
Move-!
[Which unfortunately puts him right before that large mouth, the bite force of an angry spectator. No matter where Winter ended up, at least he's not where Astarion is, where he has his side punctured with hard, sharp teeth, gnashed into, flesh torn a bit as it wrenches its head to the side and flings the vampire straight into the cliff wall.
Astarion cries out in shock more than pain, mostly registering the collision with stone than anything else just yet. Gravity brings him to the ground, disoriented and bleeding. Wind thoroughly knocked from him. He's lost his bow up the incline somewhere in-between all of this.]