[ With a shimmer of gold, Gustave closes his fist around the hilt of his sword, driving it down into a great leathery wing, hoping, perhaps foolishly, that this creature would resist tearing through its own limb and it would buy them enough time. ]
Can you stand? [ Gustave is looking between the downed man and the beast, prosthetic hand held out. ] I can help but we... we have to go. Run, if at all possible.
✪ Can't Unseelie it.
Can you stand? [ Gustave is looking between the downed man and the beast, prosthetic hand held out. ] I can help but we... we have to go. Run, if at all possible.