[Stephen exhales sharply as Yennefer slices the monster's thamaumetor-grasping tentacle clean off, releasing his magic only to cast a smaller, swifter version of it. A thin band of magic releases and wraps around the fallen device, and he yanks it towards him and away from the shore. Inertia sends it tumbling in his direction, hopefully out of the way of any further thieving limbs.
Of course, that still leaves them with the creature, and their only option is fairly clear: they're going to have to dispatch it one way or another. They can't let it go free now that they've gotten its figurative hackles up. This has turned dangerous, rather than just a poorly-timed brush with the local wildlife, and Stephen has no intent of letting his companions rail against its presence on their own.
He casts again, releasing his magical hold on the nearby device in favor of a larger band of crimson rushing out and wrapping around the monster's middle. He pulls, and again the spell does most of the work, turning the creature at an angle to face Stephen and hopefully making access to its back--as Yennefer's pointed out--easier for the both of them.
The monster fights against it, of course. Twists and tries to sink back into the sand, its form cumbersome when exposed, but no less stubborn. Stephen grunts, his weakened state doing him no favors, and he's pulled forward, landing almost face-first into the sand -- except he keeps his chin up, his arms out and holding onto his magic, the one anchor that he's nearly certain will keep this monster above ground as long as he can hold on.]
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Of course, that still leaves them with the creature, and their only option is fairly clear: they're going to have to dispatch it one way or another. They can't let it go free now that they've gotten its figurative hackles up. This has turned dangerous, rather than just a poorly-timed brush with the local wildlife, and Stephen has no intent of letting his companions rail against its presence on their own.
He casts again, releasing his magical hold on the nearby device in favor of a larger band of crimson rushing out and wrapping around the monster's middle. He pulls, and again the spell does most of the work, turning the creature at an angle to face Stephen and hopefully making access to its back--as Yennefer's pointed out--easier for the both of them.
The monster fights against it, of course. Twists and tries to sink back into the sand, its form cumbersome when exposed, but no less stubborn. Stephen grunts, his weakened state doing him no favors, and he's pulled forward, landing almost face-first into the sand -- except he keeps his chin up, his arms out and holding onto his magic, the one anchor that he's nearly certain will keep this monster above ground as long as he can hold on.]
Sooner rather than later, please!
[-he barks out, maybe helpfully, maybe not.]