The pain is excruciating, so much that he felt like he might go insane. The mouth burned too as lips closed around foul tasting bone, teeth grasping and twisting ever so slightly before it is jerked away. He can hear the beast bellow somewhere above, but beyond the pain there was very little that mattered to him, not even the brutish shoving of another who come rushing in to try and do the job better than himself. If he'd been in his normal fit state Morir might have laughed before kicking in the face of the bitch, but as it was he merely groaned, a sound halfway between curse and agonizing scream, before he began the struggle to get away from beneath the splattering, churning ocean.

Then, all of a sudden, the heat was gone. The change was so sudden that he first didn't register, then a horrible shriek of torturous pain tore from his throat when the damaged nerve ends were submitted to sudden cold. Paralyzed the stallion fell down neck-deep into the water, the limbs unable to hold him up anymore. Each breath ached and pained him, he just wanted to break down and cry, it hurt so much.

A sob truly did heave the deep chest once the water began to heat up again. Had another idiot tried to use fire again? He wanted to fucking kill whatever son of a bitch it was that had done it, and he would - as soon as he was able to move again. Somehow, by sheer force of will, the unicorn managed to drag himself out of the path of the monster as it began to stagger. Slowly, gradually he dragged himself up from the steaming water, winching and grimacing wildly for each step; the feel of tiny grains against the boiled hooves was torture, the water that streamed down his drenched hide sheer hell.

When the bone - or whatever the fuck it was - started to go off about cruelty and thoughtlessness, Morir just snorted. "Who the fuck cares" he growled and limped over towards the creature, in too much pain to give a rats ass about anyone else. "I felt like doing it so I did, and you sure as hell enjoyed it too you fucking hypocrite, or you would have stopped these gullible bastards. But did you? No. So unless you have something useful to say I suggest you shut the hell up."

He hung back while the others chatted, too tired to try and come up with something useful himself. Gritting his teeth against the pain he shuffled his way closer to the scaly carcass as soon as he heard it shift - how it was done he didn't know, and he couldn't care less. "Get out of the way" he snarled at someone nearby and forced access, soon beginning to prod the belly of the creature should it have been flipped. After getting a decent sense of where the egg was - he thought himself able to feel a bloating at a certain place, something hard within a sack of moving skin - he took a painful step back and lowered the head, trying to use his horns to slash the egg-sack open and cut the orb free. A severely burned, dark leg was quickly held out to break the speed of the fall should the egg roll down into the blood-soaked sand.

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WC: 564
Ooc: If Elsa and Bellona manages to roll the monster over on its side, Morir moves forward, try to shove her aside and attempt to cut the egg-sack open with his longest horn, holding out a leg to ease the fall in case the egg rolls off the body.

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