If the shock of hearing his companion speak to him for the first time wasn’t enough to freeze him, the blood from the crocodile god certainly did the trick. A spray of it splattered across Mesec’s neck and he felt the muscles go rigid, the sensation spreading downward to his forelegs. He immediately looked for Ranjiri but she did not appear to be harmed, and her blow to the opposite eye had been more effective than his own - a disgusting trophy speared onto her horn. He beamed at her even as he struggled against the freezing sensation spreading through his body. Silver eyes roamed to the others fighting, so many of his friends. Ampere always grabbed his attention but he knew in a fight she would have a calm head, and she certainly did not seem to be in the need of any assistance from him.

Wrestling still with the freezing he spotted Najya, swinging her sword toward the crocodile. The stiff movements of his friend suggested that she had been hit with some blood as well. Inspired by the weapon and the desire to protect the mare, Mesec moved in the only way he knew he could - by summoning the shadows around him and disappearing, reappearing near the fallen sword and gripping the handle with his mouth.

The sword was awkward to handle and, with the stiffness of his muscles, he almost dropped it as soon as he picked it up. Thankfully, he was able to shift the weight enough to make it somewhat easier to manage - thinking to himself why he had thought this would be a good idea. He wasn’t even in a good spot to make a strike here either, as the crocodile was moving off and charging - and there was Ranjiri heading right toward it again.

He went to move his legs before realizing that he would not get to her in time to help, so he summoned the shadows again. The ground shook beneath him when he reappeared, courtesy of - Archibald? Mesec didn't have any time to marvel at the former general. The large stallion stood where he had thought Ranjiri was and now Mesec was standing near him but his attention remained on the offending monster. Managing to keep his feet through the tremors, although almost losing the sword again, he re-adjusted his stance. On stiff legs he moved forward and awkwardly swung the weapon toward the beast's neck. He would have been better off to use his horn but though his muscles were gradually loosening up once more he was afforded a little bit more movement with the weapon to make a strike.