[The man hears his call and, more importantly, follows his orders — Dimitri is soon upon him, moving ahead with the other falling into cover behind a cadre of armored knights on horseback. They should provide enough ample protection, if the beast itself does not tear through them all first. He pushes the thought aside, knowing through experience that doubt will only dull his reaction time, and instead charges straight towards the demonic creature to meet it head-on, like he had done so many times in the past with his comrades at his side.
(Now is not the time to think of how the man looked oddly familiar. He was struck by the feeling as he ran past, the lines of his face threatening to dig up old memory. Does he know him? He feels like he must, but he cannot exactly turn around and strike up a curious conversation in the moment.)
The beast lets out a roar, raising up a clawed foreleg to slam it down into the earth. No doubt the intent is to crush Dimitri and his horse beneath its weight, but he pulls hard on the reins and his steed — who has enough sense to move out of the way on its own — barely misses the attack. The ground shudders under the force, kicking up dirt and stone and flinging it in a wide radius.
Meanwhile, a few of the mounted archers who have taken their place next to Arthur begin to nock arrows into their bows.]
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(Now is not the time to think of how the man looked oddly familiar. He was struck by the feeling as he ran past, the lines of his face threatening to dig up old memory. Does he know him? He feels like he must, but he cannot exactly turn around and strike up a curious conversation in the moment.)
The beast lets out a roar, raising up a clawed foreleg to slam it down into the earth. No doubt the intent is to crush Dimitri and his horse beneath its weight, but he pulls hard on the reins and his steed — who has enough sense to move out of the way on its own — barely misses the attack. The ground shudders under the force, kicking up dirt and stone and flinging it in a wide radius.
Meanwhile, a few of the mounted archers who have taken their place next to Arthur begin to nock arrows into their bows.]