[ the monster is soft enough, yennefer finds, as her blade slices clean through the tentacle. it doesn't occur to her until she watches the device start falling that it may have been a poor decision - that perhaps she would have taken grasp of it before cutting through, but thankfully stephen is there (or, well, stephen's magic) wrapping around the device and pulling it out of harm's way.
it takes one factor out of the mix, which does simplify things, as her attention returns fully to the creature who does not seem entirely pleased with the reaction - lashing out to both her and thancred, the only things within reach. she yells, and thancred slips out of his cloak, making his way to the back and...what? firing whatever his complicated weapon is meant to be? yennefer hadn't really gotten the explanation on what it does, or if thancred had tried to explain, she hadn't been paying much attention. either way - stephen is pulled from his feet into the sand, doing his best to hold the creature in place, and she hears the loud sound of what she assumes to be thancred firing. the creature shudders and makes that terrible noise, caught a bit off-guard by the assaults on each front, and yennefer wastes no time in lunging forward and driving her own blade between the crease of what she assumes is its face, perhaps even its eye. it's surrounded by that same sticky substance as the tentacles, and yennefer does her best to avoid as much of it as she can, but her focus is on the blade, and on her pushing it as deep into the creature as she can.
her arms are shaking slightly, not entirely used to the sheer force she needs to drive in the blade, but with a kind of frustrated yell she rips the sword downwards, along that front slip, trying to take as much matter, tissue, and whatever else this thing is made of with her.
for a moment, everything is still, as they wait to see if that's done it. ]
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it takes one factor out of the mix, which does simplify things, as her attention returns fully to the creature who does not seem entirely pleased with the reaction - lashing out to both her and thancred, the only things within reach. she yells, and thancred slips out of his cloak, making his way to the back and...what? firing whatever his complicated weapon is meant to be? yennefer hadn't really gotten the explanation on what it does, or if thancred had tried to explain, she hadn't been paying much attention. either way - stephen is pulled from his feet into the sand, doing his best to hold the creature in place, and she hears the loud sound of what she assumes to be thancred firing. the creature shudders and makes that terrible noise, caught a bit off-guard by the assaults on each front, and yennefer wastes no time in lunging forward and driving her own blade between the crease of what she assumes is its face, perhaps even its eye. it's surrounded by that same sticky substance as the tentacles, and yennefer does her best to avoid as much of it as she can, but her focus is on the blade, and on her pushing it as deep into the creature as she can.
her arms are shaking slightly, not entirely used to the sheer force she needs to drive in the blade, but with a kind of frustrated yell she rips the sword downwards, along that front slip, trying to take as much matter, tissue, and whatever else this thing is made of with her.
for a moment, everything is still, as they wait to see if that's done it. ]