Watching as the elk-like monster tried–and failed–to break through the Ironbelle’s clad defences, as the sound of its bones and ribs cracked and popped, as vomit-like rime frothed from its bony jaw… it all made his stomach churn. “Guhh…” He groaned to himself, feeling that bile threatening to rise up.
Relief only came once Axol’s sword threw the creature across the field and into a ruined barricade. But its cries were haunting.

It was a gruelling sight, an impressive feat given this creature’s appalling existence already. Black smoke and ungodly heat erupting from where its face was, like a bad engine.
Although its bones cracked and broke against each other, it moved at breakneck speed. Like a demon, or a monster only a nightmare could conjure up.
By now, it really did look like some taxidermied puppet having its strings pulled despite its broken conditions. 

“This thing just won’t quit!” Curly growled in frustration.

It wasn’t an entirely brainless creature either, Curly quickly deduced, as it attempted to get at his side once realizing a frontward attack wouldn’t work. 
The Ironbelle tried to twist itself in time with the creature’s impending attack, one of its fan shields to try and defend itself.
He watched as Axol tried to close the gap between him and the smaller beast, and attempted to take that opportunity to work in tandem with his sword sweep, raising the Ironbelle’s other hand to try and attack the creature at the right moment.

 Actions:
1. Ironbelle attempts to defend itself from the smaller creature’s flanking with one fan shield
2. Ironbelle attempts a basic heavy attack when the smaller creature is in close range