[center][h2][color=#008b8b]Fionn MacKerracher[/color][/h2][/center]
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One benefit to armour was that it made it very hard to get cut. Even a simple mail hauberk, something that many knights considered entirely obsolete compared to the plate that had become so much more common in past centuries, provided much the same level of protection in that area. As Fionn pulled the Falconer's arm far past the point of breaking as he completed his turn, beyond even where a human arm was ever meant to go, he could feel the cloak stiffen beneath his gauntleted hands and against his body as the feathers turned to knives and rippled outwards.

Luckily for him, they couldn't get through the chain. Had they been stuck out already as he forced his body in to the unnatural fighter, then certainly, he'd have been stuck like a pig. But as they tried to push outwards, with him against them they had nowhere to go. Instead, the slight pressure was just warning enough for him to break contact. Let go of the arm, unhook his sword from the creature's wrist, step away quickly—

One of the feathers swung up just as he pulled away, cutting across his cheek.

[color=#008b8b][i]You think you get to make me bleed my own blood like[/i] that?[/color]

He'd had to push himself nearly back-to-back with the beast to break its arm entirely, having to fight against the inhuman thing's flexibility. He landed on his right foot as he stepped away, spun the last quarter-turn on the ball of his foot as he took his sword back in both hands, swinging it down to sever the Falconer's gauntleted left arm at the elbow.