[ more magic. This time, a sword being summoned out of the air, with enough fire to brighten up the whole area around Diluc and the other stragglers--Vash included. Said gunman's eyebrows are going up in surprise at the sudden surprise flash of light--but yeah, he really appreciates it.
At least in the way that he now has a clear shot. Not in the way that he now can see what it is they're fighting.
The creature has a body that reminds him a bit like Zulius'--a set of four legs ending in cloven hooves; with the exception that it's not nearly as well kept. It looks slimy, as if its body was covered in algae, and what fur should be there was made of tangled, broken and twisted bog reeds, instead. It's eyes were a horrifying shock white, and it's teeth were... not how a horses' teeth should look. Long and jagged, and --
No, that's quite enough looking at the beast, he decides, as Diluc's swing of his sword knocks it off course from where it was trying to grab someone with those aforementioned teeth, a long black gash appearing in its fur. The blade itself leaves a long black gash that gushes something like black mud for just a moment before the sticky, black ichor seals up the wound, making the thing do that horrifying, almost human scream in retaliation.
Vash raises his long-barrelled pistol, and fires off a shot. His aim is pointed in the only place he can think to aim the bullet: through one of those swollen, shock-white eyes. ]
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At least in the way that he now has a clear shot.
Not in the way that he now can see what it is they're fighting.
The creature has a body that reminds him a bit like Zulius'--a set of four legs ending in cloven hooves; with the exception that it's not nearly as well kept. It looks slimy, as if its body was covered in algae, and what fur should be there was made of tangled, broken and twisted bog reeds, instead. It's eyes were a horrifying shock white, and it's teeth were... not how a horses' teeth should look. Long and jagged, and --
No, that's quite enough looking at the beast, he decides, as Diluc's swing of his sword knocks it off course from where it was trying to grab someone with those aforementioned teeth, a long black gash appearing in its fur. The blade itself leaves a long black gash that gushes something like black mud for just a moment before the sticky, black ichor seals up the wound, making the thing do that horrifying, almost human scream in retaliation.
Vash raises his long-barrelled pistol, and fires off a shot.
His aim is pointed in the only place he can think to aim the bullet: through one of those swollen, shock-white eyes. ]