[alright, so. good news: it's a pancake. bad news: it's now a very pissed off pancake who now has two targets lined up. win some, lose most.
Bigby can't help himself but watch in slightly revolted, slightly awed disbelief as the monster's body oozes up around the stone it's pinned under, moving with cumbersome fluidity that sort of reminds him of a slug; it seems clumsy and disjointed, but he supposes he can attribute those two qualities to whatever daze he's put it in. the thing sure wasn't taking its time when it was chasing Snow. he has no reason it's going to do anything less now that it has an even greater reason to attack them.
("We need to get out of here.")
Snow's right, and her voice snaps him out of his trance quickly enough to give him time to pick himself back up. he moves to the edge of the now half-standing platform, hopping off to land in the dirt beside her. the noises the slimy thing is making are beyond disgusting, squelching noises that sound sort of like a thick milkshake getting sucked up into a straw. yeah, fuck you too, buddy.]
We can't— We can't let it get loose. There's a city out there, filled with people. If it gets any bigger...
[— then they might not have a chance to stop it like they do now. Bigby glances from the exit to the quickly reforming creature, then to Snow. in his mind, there's only one way this can play out. he gives Snow his full attention, speaking quickly.]
I can hold it off long enough for you to get out. If I can at least trap it, we can have enough breathing room to figure out what to do next.
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Bigby can't help himself but watch in slightly revolted, slightly awed disbelief as the monster's body oozes up around the stone it's pinned under, moving with cumbersome fluidity that sort of reminds him of a slug; it seems clumsy and disjointed, but he supposes he can attribute those two qualities to whatever daze he's put it in. the thing sure wasn't taking its time when it was chasing Snow. he has no reason it's going to do anything less now that it has an even greater reason to attack them.
("We need to get out of here.")
Snow's right, and her voice snaps him out of his trance quickly enough to give him time to pick himself back up. he moves to the edge of the now half-standing platform, hopping off to land in the dirt beside her. the noises the slimy thing is making are beyond disgusting, squelching noises that sound sort of like a thick milkshake getting sucked up into a straw. yeah, fuck you too, buddy.]
We can't— We can't let it get loose. There's a city out there, filled with people. If it gets any bigger...
[— then they might not have a chance to stop it like they do now. Bigby glances from the exit to the quickly reforming creature, then to Snow. in his mind, there's only one way this can play out. he gives Snow his full attention, speaking quickly.]
I can hold it off long enough for you to get out. If I can at least trap it, we can have enough breathing room to figure out what to do next.