Strangely, being used as a bludgeoning instrument was rather painless from his end; he only felt a satisfying crunch as Zeratul's attack met its mark and the Kishin reeled from the impact. Ramza wished he could move himself forward and give it another while it was stunned, but he could hardly blame Zeratul for choosing a more defensive method.
At least he was switching to using the sharp end now that he'd softened up the Kishin a little bit. And though the Kishin may have been blind, it now saw red with pain and hunger as the spearhead left a bloody gash across its chest. And if it was previously a starving dog it was now a cornered one; wounded, with no hope for escape beyond a desperate, bloody conclusion to its current struggle.
It switched its tactics from predatory, focused striking to wild lashing and biting; desperate for some kind of hit or wound it could inflict upon the Protoss, something that would cripple its prey and give it a chance to escape- or, better yet, feed.
And Ramza, of course, would have none of that. He'd cornered enough monsters to know desperation in demonic form. "It attacks with abandon! It's not long for the slaying, now!"
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At least he was switching to using the sharp end now that he'd softened up the Kishin a little bit. And though the Kishin may have been blind, it now saw red with pain and hunger as the spearhead left a bloody gash across its chest. And if it was previously a starving dog it was now a cornered one; wounded, with no hope for escape beyond a desperate, bloody conclusion to its current struggle.
It switched its tactics from predatory, focused striking to wild lashing and biting; desperate for some kind of hit or wound it could inflict upon the Protoss, something that would cripple its prey and give it a chance to escape- or, better yet, feed.
And Ramza, of course, would have none of that. He'd cornered enough monsters to know desperation in demonic form. "It attacks with abandon! It's not long for the slaying, now!"