Bits of shattered ice bounced off Sol's upturned arm, his widened eyes tracking the large worm across the open chamber. For a moment he froze in place with surprise, taking in the thing's shape and movement, but it didn't last long as natural instinct took over.
The Wrean's eyes focused in on it with a dead-serious expression, stance lowering while he drew his vibroweapons, bouncing lightly once on his feet before jogging forward toward the worm. After lunging at Malou it wildly flung its face in Soleil's direction. The acolyte dropped to a skid, frost-coated jaws snapping clitter-clack over his head, and thrust his sword upward toward its "neck".
Its hide was tough, but not nearly so much as the armored back, and the metal-cutting blade sank partly into flesh. It screeched and whipped backward after the lunge, taking Sol- who refused to let go of his weapon- along with it. From his blade-hanging position, he managed to stab it twice more using his dagger before it flung him off, skidding and rolling across the blood-laden snow and ice. He immediately began scrabbling back to his feet to try something else, dizzy and bruised, but stubborn.
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