@requiemforthefallengodsbow
The crunch of a CPN’s spindly legs against the pavement put L’uca in high alert. His ears snap towards the crackling sound and his head follows just as fast. Lurching across the rubble, the spider-like abomination is hardly visible in such low light, but L’uca can tell it’s hunting. Without even a moment of hesitation, he chases after the CPN, who’s rolling up on someone- no time to think- and jumps on it’s backside- have to save them- plunging Cronus Lux deep into one of it’s twisted limbs, just enough to stagger the thing.
It screeches in pain, flailing it’s injured leg about and rearing up slightly, enough to knock the dark knight away from it. At least I made it in time, L’uca thinks, pulling himself up from the ground as the CPN spits and hisses at him from a few meters away, regaining its balance. Quickly, L’uca sprints to the near-victim- a lalafell he swears he must’ve seen before.
“C’mon, c’mon, weapons out, that things going to recover fast!” He urges, taking up a defensive stance in front of them, sword braced for inevitable impact.
