[His men are already loosing their arrows as the magic begins to coalesce. Dimitri is too busy keeping his gaze fixed on the danger before him to notice just yet, pulling his horse back a few feet to make room for what he knows is to come. Though their regiment is small, they are all trained — none of these soldiers are greenhorn recruits, most of them having fought in some manner during the war — and they know what to do. Assault from a distance as quickly as possible, and fall back if met with resistance. The front lines (though it is only himself right now) hold their position for as long as they can, the cycle continues, and eventually these awful things will fall under the pressure of attrition.
The arrows arc and fall, a few of their heads sticking into the hide of the monster. Only then does strange magic illuminate a weak spot in its hide, and Dimitri cannot parse the sudden realization that he’s seen foreign magic like that before, five years ago—
Instead, he rushes forward, Areadbhar practically glowing as he aims for the weak point. As always, his aim is true, and as always, his strength is startling, and the monster rises up in pain with the spear’s tip embedded in its flesh.
Dimitri should let go, but he doesn’t. He can’t allow himself to be unarmed even if it means he’s twisting himself at an odd angle to wrench it free, upending his balance and sending him off his mount. Thankfully, he knows how to fall, and lands squarely on his knees with his lance gripped tightly in his hands, torn away from the creature. Blood coats the bone-like surface.
Eyes lift to see an exposed underbelly.]
Fire again!
[-he commands, digging his heels in to rush in after another long-range barrage follows through.]
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The arrows arc and fall, a few of their heads sticking into the hide of the monster. Only then does strange magic illuminate a weak spot in its hide, and Dimitri cannot parse the sudden realization that he’s seen foreign magic like that before, five years ago—
Instead, he rushes forward, Areadbhar practically glowing as he aims for the weak point. As always, his aim is true, and as always, his strength is startling, and the monster rises up in pain with the spear’s tip embedded in its flesh.
Dimitri should let go, but he doesn’t. He can’t allow himself to be unarmed even if it means he’s twisting himself at an odd angle to wrench it free, upending his balance and sending him off his mount. Thankfully, he knows how to fall, and lands squarely on his knees with his lance gripped tightly in his hands, torn away from the creature. Blood coats the bone-like surface.
Eyes lift to see an exposed underbelly.]
Fire again!
[-he commands, digging his heels in to rush in after another long-range barrage follows through.]