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

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Beneath his visor, Gerard's breath came from behind bared fangs as the meaty squelch sounded from above, flecks of black blood dashed across the crest and tabard as he felt resistance [i]give way[/i] at the other end of his impromptu boar spear. That empty head was pasted, no question, and the scream that came in the wake of his assault heralded filaments of daylight forcing their way through the gloom— almost. [i]Almost![/i]

Even assuming that there was barely a brain up there to have crushed, it had to know now that it was close to death. Its' thrashing was growing ever more desperate, his sharpened gaze picking up the tiny serpents of sinew trying to re-knit around the wound he'd imparted, around the weapon itself. They couldn't. Not completely. It would have to live with this... however long it had left. Like any beast knocking on the door to the next world, it lashed out with redoubled fervor— cornered at the end of the line, killing or dying. He knew that mind well.

[color=goldenrod][i]Let's put it out of our misery, then.[/i][/color]

As if a swirl of blackened vines blossoming forth, the shadowy arms from its split maw rushed down the length of the branch by scores, entombing the branch, trying to rip it from his grasp. Anything, to deprive the knight of that implement that he was attacking it with. [i]Killing[/i] it with. It had to get it out of this unyielding force driving its head away from the rest of it's body—

And yet it found none of the resistance it expected, as with a wrench of the shoulder the surging knight cast the branch, finally, down into the earth, wedging the base into the soil even as the Gannek's many arms all but entombed it within their crushing grip. When they splayed out to try and find the man that had done this to them next...

[color=goldenrod]"AS ONE!"[/color] he howled.

He, and his thoroughly protected passenger, were gone.

A blurring arc of steel caught both torchlight and a lone ray of Reon's Grace, brilliant against the dissipating black mists it ripped through.

[color=goldenrod]"[i]INVENTORI LUCIS! [b]SOLI INVICTA AUGUSTO[/b]![/i]"[/color]

And with those twinned lights well in hand, he brought his balde down onto the gluttonous, exposed neck of this beast of darkness.