No more punching, when the arm has to go towards defending from more projectiles. Looks like they're out of time. If Rosinante isn't able to use his grenade, the Soldier will have to enact plan B-- somehow; unless they can get clear to run to lure the stone spirits away, that plan won't be of much use, either-- or use one of its own. And if they could get free to lure the spirits away, they could use Rosinante's grenade.
Maybe the spirits are learning what kind of threats the Beaconites have to offer and sending something to counter them, or maybe they're just unlucky to have stumbled on the group most impervious to regular damage. "Fuck," the Soldier growls, and settles on dragging themselves a step to one side and grabbing two spirits off Rosinante, instead, giving him a shove with one elbow. They're not getting away unless one of them stays behind, and only one of them is carrying a sleeping child. "Get Mary clear."
And as soon as the rock spirits are hurled-- at the big one, in an attempt to stall it a few more seconds, maybe even knock it over-- the Soldier does pull out its own grenade from a hook at its hip, and wades towards the big spirit instead, dragging little ones as they go if need be. They keep the metal arm up, not wanting to get stopped be a rock to the head before reaching their goal.
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Maybe the spirits are learning what kind of threats the Beaconites have to offer and sending something to counter them, or maybe they're just unlucky to have stumbled on the group most impervious to regular damage. "Fuck," the Soldier growls, and settles on dragging themselves a step to one side and grabbing two spirits off Rosinante, instead, giving him a shove with one elbow. They're not getting away unless one of them stays behind, and only one of them is carrying a sleeping child. "Get Mary clear."
And as soon as the rock spirits are hurled-- at the big one, in an attempt to stall it a few more seconds, maybe even knock it over-- the Soldier does pull out its own grenade from a hook at its hip, and wades towards the big spirit instead, dragging little ones as they go if need be. They keep the metal arm up, not wanting to get stopped be a rock to the head before reaching their goal.