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[sub][@Nanaya][@AThousandCurses][@Psyker Landshark][/sub][/center]
Gross and artless. It wasn't even a mobile chimera, but rather just a tower of whipping limbs flaying about like a dead frog's twitching legs. The limbs themselves weren't even exceptionally fast by the standard of whips, their sheer mass making them closer to the vine strikes of a mandrake than the proper subsonic snap of a bullwhip. Indeed, so long as Otis remained inside the carriage and others were willing to play with the skeletal mass, he would be fine. Chunji and Iraleth were still hanging in there, and he estimated that Alto was handling about 70% of the limbs by himself. If Rio hadn't rushed in, the efforts of three combined could perhaps allow one to slip past and strike at the necromancer himself.

Which was a failed proposition. Two-on-one against enemies that likely both had Ethos, while one didn't even have essence in response would lead to a quick death.

Troublesome. He didn't even have the capacity with him now to analyze the black spores drifting out from the draconic skull at the top of the tower. Couldn't risk it then. The Strigidae lifted his inner shirt upwards, a makeshift mask, before sitting down on one knee to get a better angle on his target. Sight the target, read the flow of the limbs, calculate the travel time, time the heartbeats, make sure not to get too myopic, and...

A bullet cracked out from Otis's firearm, aimed at blasting the skull off the tower.