[Very embarrassing, as S'rei claws his way out of a nearby arborvitae, a twig inside an ear for Twelve's sake, and just jumps on the beast as if this were a back alley brawl. When a grip on the slippery blood-soaked spear proves too difficult to keep, he elects to wrap an arm around its neck and clasp his wrist in an approximate of a chokehold, legs around its chest, thankful for whatever buffing spell the Librarian cast earlier to keep his muscles locked down like Garlemald cabling.
The creature of course doesn't suffocate (because that would be too easy) but with S'rei in the way of its wings it can't fly or otherwise pursue prey, either. It screams, stabbing claws and that disgusting tongue into his arms; S'rei, no stranger to pain, does not relent. To be honest he's also operating on 75% spite at this point, pissed off that one stupid voidsent is giving him this much trouble.]
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The creature of course doesn't suffocate (because that would be too easy) but with S'rei in the way of its wings it can't fly or otherwise pursue prey, either. It screams, stabbing claws and that disgusting tongue into his arms; S'rei, no stranger to pain, does not relent. To be honest he's also operating on 75% spite at this point, pissed off that one stupid voidsent is giving him this much trouble.]