[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

[@Psyker Landshark][@Crimson Paladin][@Eisenhorn][@VitaVitaAR]

The period of tension, in many ways, mercifully short. Within it, the triad of hidden roses had moved swiftly, closing distance under the cover of the moonless night's gloom as the mighty dragon busied himself, for a moment, with idly regarding Gertrude and Fionn as they made their circuit high above, to Gerard's eyes little more than a vague dot against the backdrop. Just a little more...

And then, in the span of a moment, that "little more" was handled by their prey himself, launching forward in a feline pounce and suddenly bearing down on—

Aw hell, the Captain hadn't gotten to cover. She'd be quick enough from what he'd seen to evade the first claw, slashing down, but anything after that was getting dicey. He about-faced, his low prowl shifting to a ready position to bound, reading the new distances they were faced with, forcing a layer of rime over his rushing blood. The distinctive report from Rolan's crossbow, somewhere hidden in the underbrush on the opposite side of the dragon, bought them a split second—

[color=goldenrod]"He's on the Captain. I'm goin' get pressure off her, this is close enough to work."[/color]

And with that, timed in sync with the third shot from their ranger, he was off.

He trusted Renar and Fleuri both to be able to fold this into the operation they were running without issue, given the sudden closure of range between all the pieces on the board. While he, Rolan, and the Captain occupied the bulk of Thrinax's attention, the remaining pair could cross over behind, and truly encircle him. A pack of wolves, harrying and harassing their singular target from every angle it'd take to wear him down.

He drew his sword, no longer worried about stealth. His angle of attack would take him close to the hind leg, obscured by the red curtain of Thrinax's wings. He could go for the tendons of the ankle here, the membrane of the wing if it crept low enough, if he was adventurous, even the underbelly, traditionally understood as "softer" in myth. 

A flash in the peripheral, a thrown knife from the Captain. Good, another layer of distraction. It'd buy her more time to reset, too. On his end, he likely needed to mind the tail the most. 

Time to test out those blessings.