[ Probably to his own surprise more than anyone's, that sound is what makes Fiver slow and turn to see the beast staggering and bleeding towards him. His instincts should be telling him to keep running, to hide, to escape by any means, but the thought barely has time to cross his mind before he spots a large piece of jagged metal on the concrete (some part of the car which had just been torn apart) and he has the sudden urge to do the opposite.
"Eyes," he hears in his mad dash back to the monster, scooping up the metal shard with barely a stumble. ]
Oi! Embleer pfeffa! [ He thinks "Frith, help me," at the same time as he screams out to catch the thing's attention towards him again. And he stabs the makeshift weapon in front of him right as the beast's head has turned directly to him, sending it in as deep as possible before the creature's dying throes knock Fiver away. Covered in something black and stinking, he's back to normal before he even hits the ground again, skidding to a stop and curling into a ball some yards away from the twitching, prone monster. ]
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"Eyes," he hears in his mad dash back to the monster, scooping up the metal shard with barely a stumble. ]
Oi! Embleer pfeffa! [ He thinks "Frith, help me," at the same time as he screams out to catch the thing's attention towards him again. And he stabs the makeshift weapon in front of him right as the beast's head has turned directly to him, sending it in as deep as possible before the creature's dying throes knock Fiver away. Covered in something black and stinking, he's back to normal before he even hits the ground again, skidding to a stop and curling into a ball some yards away from the twitching, prone monster. ]