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Ethelred was a bit surprised that the Fomorian replied to his taunts.  It wasn't exactly fluent in its speech but it was at least smart enough to recognize the knight's unique powers and think of a mundane utility out of it.  Ethelred wasn't fazed by its threats, although he was a bit peeved that he didn't have any breathing room to fire back with a retort.

As the Fomorian moved to strike at Ethelred, something struck its arm from behind, restraining it.  It took just a moment for the ice knight to see exactly what had happened- Reinhardt had taken advantage of the distraction to toss a harpoon into the cyclops' arm.  This gave Ethelred an opportune moment to strike, but he would still have to heed its other arm- injured as it was, their massive opponent had demonstrated that the limb was still quite functional.

As Ethelred assessed where to strike, there was a flash of light from behind the cyclops.  Looking up, he saw the elf stranger from before atop a market stall and preparing a radiant spear.  Evidently the elf was no worse for wear from the rough manhandling that the Fomorian had subjected it to, and he was ready to strike what Ethelred suspected was intended to be a death blow.

With the Fomorian's attention focused on the two knights, the elf may very well be able to pull it off, but only if the blow landed.  Committing to make it happen, and to take some pressure off of Reinhardt, Ethelred spurred his horse forward, seeking to drive his lance into the orc's free arm.  Assuming it struck flesh, the knight would channel his freezing powers through the polearm to freeze it firmly to the wound it had made.  His goal was to restrain the monster's other arm, to help hold it in place alongside Reinhardt for the elf's attack.  He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold it, but if the elf's aim was true, they only needed a moment.