[Snow's voice strikes him like lightning, gives his heart a sharp painful jolt that makes its rapid beat feel all the more intense. he reaches the pillar in what can't be any more than a few seconds, but even that feels like he's wasted too much time and he all but throws his weight against the stone fixture shoulder-first, grunting audibly as a dull pang hits him square in the spot where he's exerting the most pressure. as old as it looks, it's still very solid... but not unbreakable. small tremors rock the ground at his feet, building and building the harder he pushes on the pillar, and an ugly grinding sound that mounts right at the same time his eyes start to flicker with yellow. he pushes with all his strength, horribly aware that, out of the corner of his eye, half of the blob thing's body is contorting into thick tendrils that are trying to trickle up the side of the arena into the aisles, reaching with blind persistence for anything they can wrap around. it's like it's trying to split itself in two — one half for the target below, the other for the noisy thing up in the audience.
it doesn't have to wait long before it grabs something, though — if it has anything approximating a face, Bigby hopes that's what catches the pillar when it goes tumbling right on top of the monster, bringing chunks of rocks and plaster and whatever structure it was still miserably supporting with it on its way done in a thunderous crash.
even if it doesn't kill it, Bigby would just as gladly settle for giving it one hell of a bad time.]
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it doesn't have to wait long before it grabs something, though — if it has anything approximating a face, Bigby hopes that's what catches the pillar when it goes tumbling right on top of the monster, bringing chunks of rocks and plaster and whatever structure it was still miserably supporting with it on its way done in a thunderous crash.
even if it doesn't kill it, Bigby would just as gladly settle for giving it one hell of a bad time.]