[ Trapped as he is against the boulder and scrabbling to push off the massive limb pinning him in place, it gives Sylvain front row seats to the chaos that follows - Claude's distraction, Steve's brutal attack and Louis... wait, had that guy just bitten the thing? What the hells was that? But he'd also not missed the spiked appendage descending in Claude's direction and with the wind knocked out of him, he didn't have a voice to even call a warning.
Fortunately, it seems Henry's got it under control and he might owe the other man for that now, too. He can't see where Claude landed, but while the others are dealing with the other reaching limbs, he still has the one pinning him in place as the primary problem.
Yeah, fuck that, this is going to hurt, and he's not even sure how much he can summon, but it should be enough to do some damage. He reaches up, grasping the spiked limb with both hands and reaching deep for that flickering, guttering flame that's been so faint and distant since he'd woken here. He pulls on it anyway, summoning fire to his hands, channelling it up through the thick limb crushing him against the rock.
It works, maybe a little better than he'd anticipated. The thing gives a pained, furious shriek that echoes off the rocks around them and has Sylvain's ears ringing. Flames lick up the surface of the limb, leaving charred, sizzling wounds in their wake. And the limb is abruptly withdrawn, sluggishly moving away in a pained flinch. Abruptly freed, Sylvain sways for a moment before sliding down to his knees against the rock, wheezing for air and cradling an arm against his aching ribs. ]
Good news. [ His voice is more a breathy rasp than anything. ] I don't think it likes fire very much.
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Fortunately, it seems Henry's got it under control and he might owe the other man for that now, too. He can't see where Claude landed, but while the others are dealing with the other reaching limbs, he still has the one pinning him in place as the primary problem.
Yeah, fuck that, this is going to hurt, and he's not even sure how much he can summon, but it should be enough to do some damage. He reaches up, grasping the spiked limb with both hands and reaching deep for that flickering, guttering flame that's been so faint and distant since he'd woken here. He pulls on it anyway, summoning fire to his hands, channelling it up through the thick limb crushing him against the rock.
It works, maybe a little better than he'd anticipated. The thing gives a pained, furious shriek that echoes off the rocks around them and has Sylvain's ears ringing. Flames lick up the surface of the limb, leaving charred, sizzling wounds in their wake. And the limb is abruptly withdrawn, sluggishly moving away in a pained flinch. Abruptly freed, Sylvain sways for a moment before sliding down to his knees against the rock, wheezing for air and cradling an arm against his aching ribs. ]
Good news. [ His voice is more a breathy rasp than anything. ] I don't think it likes fire very much.