[center][h2][i][color=6ecff6]Ethelred[/color][/i][/h2][/center]

Ethelred kept his gaze trained at his foe as he struck it.  His attack only managed to graze the surprisingly nimble Fomorian's neck, but it had been enough to bring it to its knees and release the elf warrior from its grip.  He did not stick around to wait for it to recover and retaliate- Ethelred continued his current course, galloping around and away from his foe, out of the reach of its attempted counter-blow.

[color=6ecff6][i]He's weakened, but only somewhat,[/i][/color] Ethelred assessed.  The knight's blow to the creature's neck looked to be only superficial, but the elf's strikes had severely injured one of its arms.  Still, even with one good arm, it remained a very dangerous foe.

On the other hand, they no longer had the element of surprise, and the creature was now clearly quite aware of the threat it was facing.  The Frozen Knight wasn't sure if the elf had sustained any injuries in his valorous assault, but Reinhardt was still unscathed (not that this was a surprise, considering how supernaturally tough the man was).

Ethelred turned back towards the creature, readying his lance as if to prepare for another charge.  He needed to keep its one eye focused on him so that the others could have a chance to blindside it.

[color=6ecff6]"Not so tough when you're up against someone who can fight back, are you,"[/color] he shouted to the cyclops, in an attempt to maintain its attention.  He readied his lance in case the creature took the bait and charged.  He would not risk a wounding blow, but would instead attempt to evade, parry, or otherwise deflect the creature's club.  With only one good arm, and probably a non-dominant one at that, the Fomorian ought to have trouble defending against all three of them at once.