[ the problem for dito is actually its size, considering dito isn't much for stature. it's his spear that gives him that additional range he desperately needs. dito's well aware he'll have a better time if he keeps rushing the thing himself, but he also wants to know how it acts.
y'know, to avoid getting injured too bad. possibly killed. that wouldn't be good. he thinks he's handled worse, but he usually isn't by himself... it's not like he can summon a damn angel in here, either.
so he attempts to circle a bit, not moving closer or further and still keeping that grip tight on his spear aimed at the creature. when it rushes, he thinks that the fingers are pretty gross; he definitely wants to avoid those.
he can stab through the arm, but he doesn't really want to be knocked off his feet if the arm keeps going regardless. he decides he should move in closer to the creature where the arm will miss but he can still impale it at the base of its arm, near wherever it's head is supposed to fucking be.
that's when he rushes forward—
—only to feel something off-level beneath his heel, eyes widening in surprise.
he trips on his own pda he'd kicked aside earlier, falling right on his back and elbows hitting the floor in his last ditch effort to keep his head from hitting the floor. at the cost of losing the grip on his spear. he can hear it clanging against the floor nearby. ]
Fuck.
[ he practically hisses the curse out, already moving to get his ass up as his heart rate rapidly picks up. ]
roll: 1 i am in shambles
y'know, to avoid getting injured too bad. possibly killed. that wouldn't be good. he thinks he's handled worse, but he usually isn't by himself... it's not like he can summon a damn angel in here, either.
so he attempts to circle a bit, not moving closer or further and still keeping that grip tight on his spear aimed at the creature. when it rushes, he thinks that the fingers are pretty gross; he definitely wants to avoid those.
he can stab through the arm, but he doesn't really want to be knocked off his feet if the arm keeps going regardless. he decides he should move in closer to the creature where the arm will miss but he can still impale it at the base of its arm, near wherever it's head is supposed to fucking be.
that's when he rushes forward—
—only to feel something off-level beneath his heel, eyes widening in surprise.
he trips on his own pda he'd kicked aside earlier, falling right on his back and elbows hitting the floor in his last ditch effort to keep his head from hitting the floor. at the cost of losing the grip on his spear. he can hear it clanging against the floor nearby. ]
Fuck.
[ he practically hisses the curse out, already moving to get his ass up as his heart rate rapidly picks up. ]