[ Reno scrambles to his feet in time to see the whole damn tail plop off. There's a split second where he sort of looks at it. (How the hell.) His weapon's rolled right down the hill, out of reach.
He rushes the roaring bear-thing as it lumbers across the blood-splattered snow towards Hilda. At least it's dumb as a bag of rocks, apparently focused on just whatever's got its attention and nothing else.
He clambers on it with a shitton less grace than he likes, but whatever. He gets high enough, even as the thing swings him around like he's a tiny pendulum, to grab the sword Kyle left sticking out of it and just. Lets the full weight of himself dangle from the hilt and drag the buried blade the rest of the way down its neck. ]
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He rushes the roaring bear-thing as it lumbers across the blood-splattered snow towards Hilda. At least it's dumb as a bag of rocks, apparently focused on just whatever's got its attention and nothing else.
He clambers on it with a shitton less grace than he likes, but whatever. He gets high enough, even as the thing swings him around like he's a tiny pendulum, to grab the sword Kyle left sticking out of it and just. Lets the full weight of himself dangle from the hilt and drag the buried blade the rest of the way down its neck. ]