[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] The Cazt Mausoleum
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] [@HereComesTheSnow] [@VitaVitaAR] [@Rune_Alchemist]
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	Lein had no chance to respond as the tendrils of muscle came flying out, spitting putrefied fluid as it snared the mace in Lein's hand. He instinctively let go and darted his hand back, moments before more of the roiling mass could grapple unto his arm. Going melee with this thing was no question. If he let it gain purchase, Lein would have no way of cutting himself loose. And it would be unquestionably, undeniably, disgusting. He was never going to wear this swashbuckling outfit anyway, but Lein would probably have to burn this jacket too. Lein retreated far back through the room, letting Fanilly and Gerard ward off the encroaching skeletons and taking a leap up unto a nearby pillar base to find an elevated angle. 

	It didn't need to look to actually track people. He had planned to obscure its vision if it showed signs of requiring eyes. But it did feel pain, and it looked like made of mere muscle. And Gerard's charge had actually managed to halt it, demanding its fall by crushing its leg. Resilient, but not unbreakable. Lein rattled the quiver behind him, measuring the amount of arrows he had. He was pretty conservative with his participation so far, and now would be the time to cache in.

	Lein threw down the length of rope to free up his shoulder, and planted one foot back and shifted his quiver forward, the bundle of arrows leaning out for faster access. He couldn't hit its comparatively small hooded head with guarantee at this range at this pace, but he certainly could hit its oversized torso. And he'll put in his entire quiver into the thing. Cut its muscles loose or, even better - "Cecil, I'll make sure that thing's eaten its fair share of iron, yeah?" Lein said - blow it up.

	Lein lined up an arrow through the quiver, waiting until the entanglement of bones and weapons cleared enough for him to take in the full view of the ugly, shambling thing. Lein sucked the stagnant air in with its rot-stench. The bone fingers of this prosthetic twitched as Lein loosened his shoulder. Three, two - "Gerard! Watch your head!" Lein shouted a warning, and only gave seconds before he loosed an arrow against the creature's torso, followed immediately a torrent of flying metal, a flash-made waterfall all crashing directly toward the soft flesh of monster's bloated body.