[center][h3]Rorenville - Lumbermill[/h3]
[h2][i][color=8882be]Night[/color][/i][/h2][/center]
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The opening moments of this battle were filled with the valiance of the Valorbrands. Ghent's attack confounding the beast as it's massive arm flailed forward in an attempt to catch him, only to be met with a flash from the Sheikah warrior. It stared blankly for a moment, directly at Rik, before feeling a spear to it's side, and Nareck making use of his abilities as a Goron to barrel into it's legs in an attempt to knock it over.

It's eyes, unnaturally black, and smile hideously wide and lined with teeth, continued to stare at Rik, even as a spear was stuck in it's back, caught by it's fleshy mass, and forced to one knee, making it's head more vulnerable. Ghent's spear was caught, and would take a fair bit of effort to pull out, but this effort would turn out not to be his to exert. Lady Afira taking advantage of the situation had readied a Divine Spear sacrament, taking a javelin in her free hand that wielded a catalyst, and hurling it, aiming for the head.

The spear of light and lightning, cackling as it flew, and continuing to crackle as it stuck out of it's head, burning into it's flesh. It let out a roar, as if this particular attack was effective against it. In a minor bout of rage, it turned around, grabbing Ghent's spear and Ghent with it, flinging him in Lady Afira's general direction, before it would slowly rise onto both feet once more. I's expression had changed into a frown, and despite it's enraged appearance, it still moved rather slowly. It kept it's head craned up, a little moreso than before it was struck by the sacrament, it's blank black eyes trying to look down, as it reached out trying to grab Nareck with both arms.