[Its claws come in close, a little too close for comfort. Shay leans back to avoid one swiping near his eyes, but his efforts are rewarded when the other set catches across his sleeve, tearing into the material. His skin remains untouched, but the ink of a crescent-shaped tattoo becomes visible on his forearm.
No time to worry about torn clothing. Shay lets go of his weapon, remaining stuck in the creature, and grabs ahold of the monster’s neck, just below Anna’s whip. From beneath his wrist, a short blade slides out and sinks into the nokken’s neck. He holds it there, tightly, hoping for no more thrashing displays of claws and desperation.]
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No time to worry about torn clothing. Shay lets go of his weapon, remaining stuck in the creature, and grabs ahold of the monster’s neck, just below Anna’s whip. From beneath his wrist, a short blade slides out and sinks into the nokken’s neck. He holds it there, tightly, hoping for no more thrashing displays of claws and desperation.]