Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-35000153-20180614210314/@comment-33719112-20180825051859

The knight rolls around the striking tentacle, and readies his blade again. He hears more shouts, and barely deciphers that the rider might not be of her own will, the thrall of something else. Hollow barely caught that in action from the corner of his vision, her hesitation before attacking.

Whatever. He was summoned to put it down, and that's all he came to do.

After experience with fighting other large creatures before of great power, he had come to learn something about them. The legs mean everything. If he could take out the legs, there was very little the monster could do to them besides from try and keep them away, and now that it had hopped down to a more vulnerable position, this would be much easier.

He summoned another gout of blackflame, and tossed it up into the air. The flames became a dark symbol, an arrow pointing directly towards the supporting tentacles of the beast right over Hollow's head. The rust-knight came in again, this time with more deliberation rather than charging in blindly, focusing in on the nearest 'leg' of the monster to slice up, heralding his attack with a small ball of blackfire.