The dark stag let out a shriek of pain and discomfort as his horns pricked the tough hide of the monster, taken off guard by the sudden searing of the skin beneath his mask. Something very big and very strong slammed into him and tossed him aside; he thought he could feel a couple of ribs creak and fracture as he landed in the sand, breath shoved ruthlessly from the lungs.

Angry for real this time as shit suddenly got very personal, he struggled to get up on his feet and listened intently to the battle as he did so, trying to locate each horse and what they were doing with the beast. It was very confusing, but judging by the heat in the air and the increase of rhythm to the giant's steps, fire was being used but not to any great effect; something else had affected it more before he had landed his mournfully pathetic little sting, something that caused a deafening bellow.

Pausing only to take a deep breath and make sure none of the ribs were snapped clean off and could damage him further - and to scrape off the sinister mask that chafed and sored against his burned face - Morir soon threw himself back into the fray, blind yet still fairly aware of what was happening around him.

"Give the fucking fire a rest, it's not working is it!?" he growled in passing to a mare as he passed her, sensing new heat enter the air; if he'd had eyes he would have rolled them. But there was no time to stop and scold the bitch, it wasn't even time to flap his jaws - he had a monster to kill.
Unable to see the steam begin to rise from the water that it had backed out into, Morir plunged in and gasped as the heat of it seared his legs and underbelly. Hoping desperately that wouldn't wouldn't affect his balls in the future he tried to duck in beneath the belly of the beast, coming straight for the wound that first mare had created; if he reached it before being knocked away he'd fumble his way to the jaw bone, seize it with a groan of pain from the heat it issued and try to twist it around, opening up the belly wound even further.


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WC: 389
Ooc: Gets back up on his feet and run out into the water after the creature. Trying to get below its belly to grasp the jaw bone and twist it around, hoping that it will open the belly wound more.