Re: Part 63b - A lonely place of dying
"Aye lad, that we can do!" Rovane spares James a grin, though there is still a lot of pain evident in her eyes. She throws her head back, and yells, "Step lively yer shower of lubbers! Give her all the sail she'll take, and then give her more!"
In the ocean, where the strange ooze has been dumped into the water, there is a commotion, as flesh tries to coalesce from the liquid... and a triangular fin breaks the surface, followed by another, and another. Soon the area is filled with sharks, tearing the flesh apart as quickly as it can form.
"All of Dagon's hounds are snapping at our heels! Make sail!"
Tahira moves back, giving Benedict more room to move, and she starts to work on... something. Lines of energy trail the movements of her hands, knotting themselves into skeins of force which shimmer and coil before her. Benedict, meanwhile, continues to battle the creature, driving it a little further away from the white-robed woman.
The armed sailors take the opportunity to move in and start hacking at the fallen parts of the creature, impaling them and flicking them over the rail. Rovane may berate them occasionally, but they show remarkable intelligence in not getting too close to the shifter itself.
Something changes. The surface of the thing's shoulder bubbles, and a hard, stone-like crust starts to develop there, spreading slowly down the arm, and across the body. The shifter howls, a sound to chill the bone, and another pair of arms sprout from behind the shoulder to start tearing at the stony layer as it spreads.
In another highly unorthodox move, Banglen-Yp launches a seemingly suicidal attack on the foe, leaping straight over it, and slashing down with her new blades. Two deep wounds open across the things upper chest, only to start closing up again almost immediately, as the blonde lands safely on the deck, with all the grace of a cat. Engaged in battling the aggressive Benedict, with one of its limbs quickly becoming a useless slab, the monstrosity barely gives her a thought...
... though Roman does notice, as he strikes a fraction of a heartbeat later. His own blade, burning with the force of a lightning bolt, slams into the shifter's chest, burning a new injury across the two fresh wounds.
The horror shrieks as Wormwood bites deep, reopening the two partly healed injuries, while adding even more damage to the thing's body.
Tendrils of energy reach out from the glowing pattern of force before Tahira, spreading out across the deck, to brush, almost tenderly against the monstrous thing's skin, and as they do, it shudders...