[ The wind's knocked out of him on the landing, but he catches himself. His sword is gone, still stuck in the creature's neck. He can still hear it moving - it's furious cries and Hilda's taunts.
He flits in and out of space again, landing behind the beast as it turns on Hilda a second time. Concentrating, he tries to extend the Silence Knife as far as his will can force it, beyond what he would normally ever attempt. It shifts and stutters from his fingertips, half the length of the shortsword he no longer has.
The tail lashes wildly, but this time as it arcs toward him he slashes with one arm and the searing edge of the Gray Space extending from his fingertips cuts the appendage clean off, leaving a trail of hot blood in the snow. ]
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He flits in and out of space again, landing behind the beast as it turns on Hilda a second time. Concentrating, he tries to extend the Silence Knife as far as his will can force it, beyond what he would normally ever attempt. It shifts and stutters from his fingertips, half the length of the shortsword he no longer has.
The tail lashes wildly, but this time as it arcs toward him he slashes with one arm and the searing edge of the Gray Space extending from his fingertips cuts the appendage clean off, leaving a trail of hot blood in the snow. ]