[ There's a whole lot that happens all at once, but for someone like Steve, he's used to the chaos of fighting alongside multiple other enhanced or magic-imbued individuals. Louis leaping up at the creature to bite into it is a brief shock, but given that Steve's felt those fangs sink into him, it's more a surprise at the fact that the monster bleeds at all.
But if it bleeds, that's probably a good sign for them. It means that the blows they're peppering it with aren't just glancing off.
Steve clocks the way that Henry manages to yank Claude out of the way of a dangerous blow with a flick of his wrist, how Sylvain sets part of the creature on fire, and then how Claude makes its new weak spot glow like a Christmas tree.
Steve doesn't have to think twice, having been in enough situations like this, working with a team, that he knows this is his cue. He races toward the limb in question and seizes it between the hands, ignoring the heat that sears into his already injured palms in the process. He can worry about that later; he needs to send this thing packing. Thankfully, he doesn't have to hold on for too long, as a strong pull is enough to break the limb clean off, and that turns out to be the final straw. The monster's had enough. With one final, angry screech, it retracts back up into the ceiling and disappears almost as quickly as it arrived.
Leaving the five of them here, various levels of injured (or not) as the adrenaline of the sudden attack slowly drains out of them. Steve turns to give the other four a quick once-over. ]
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But if it bleeds, that's probably a good sign for them. It means that the blows they're peppering it with aren't just glancing off.
Steve clocks the way that Henry manages to yank Claude out of the way of a dangerous blow with a flick of his wrist, how Sylvain sets part of the creature on fire, and then how Claude makes its new weak spot glow like a Christmas tree.
Steve doesn't have to think twice, having been in enough situations like this, working with a team, that he knows this is his cue. He races toward the limb in question and seizes it between the hands, ignoring the heat that sears into his already injured palms in the process. He can worry about that later; he needs to send this thing packing. Thankfully, he doesn't have to hold on for too long, as a strong pull is enough to break the limb clean off, and that turns out to be the final straw. The monster's had enough. With one final, angry screech, it retracts back up into the ceiling and disappears almost as quickly as it arrived.
Leaving the five of them here, various levels of injured (or not) as the adrenaline of the sudden attack slowly drains out of them. Steve turns to give the other four a quick once-over. ]
... Everyone all right?