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[hr][@Rune_Alchemist][@Crimson Paladin][@Cu Chulainn] 

Just as he'd hoped, Reinhardt's harpoon struck true-- it's barbed tip embedding itself deep in the flesh of the creature's Forearm! 

The knight's blade clattered to the ground beside him as he dedicated both hands to the frantic match of tug-o'-war; crouching low as he stomped his heels into the cobblestone street to secure his footing. It was a battle of endurance now. The Cyclops; large and strong as it was, had both inferior footing and stance... And although Reinhardt could've certainly attempted to use his superior footing and stance to 'win' the standoff, it was far more tactically advantageous to maintain the stalemate and keep the cyclops occupied.

A golden shimmer caught the knight's eye.

It seemed the elven stranger was still in the fight after all-- and was positioned to strike the monocular Fomorian, but seemed to be waiting on something...

Reinhardt gave the rope a sharp yank as Ethelred prepared to make another strike on the creature. [Color=darkorange]"Dumb one-eye!"[/color] he exclaimed; mimicking the Fomorian's own broken speech, [Color=darkorange]"Stink like fish! Weak like fish! Ugly like fish! Must be fish!"[/color]

With any luck, the goading would prompt the Fomorian to redouble it's efforts... When Reinhart's unyielding resistance-- would abruptly cease. Hurdling forward toward the creature-- Reinhardt's foot would slam against the ground once during his journey, launching into an uppercut aimed to send the Cyclops straight into the awaiting spear!