( there are no lack of battle sounds to hear, at least on the part of the creature. angry screeching, pained screeching. it would be quite a bit less lopsided, were lalli the type to cry out the same way, but he endures his side of the battle silently and stubbornly, trying to bait it carefully and get small but critical jabs in while he can with what little he has at his disposal (a knife, mainly).
eventually, a pained screech turns almost frustrated as the creature wheels around and disappears off somewhere to nurse its wounds, and lalli does indeed come for namine as promised. he walks with wary steps, vaguely favoring one leg, bleeding from various cuts and scrapes along his arms and occasionally his torso. none of them are too serious. he was careful.
a few yards into the fog, he quietly calls - ) Namine. ( it's not a question - if anything, it's more like the start of a sentence he doesn't plan to finish. 'namine, you can come out,' perhaps. )
i'm just gonna handwave this nonsense because i want them to reunite
eventually, a pained screech turns almost frustrated as the creature wheels around and disappears off somewhere to nurse its wounds, and lalli does indeed come for namine as promised. he walks with wary steps, vaguely favoring one leg, bleeding from various cuts and scrapes along his arms and occasionally his torso. none of them are too serious. he was careful.
a few yards into the fog, he quietly calls - ) Namine. ( it's not a question - if anything, it's more like the start of a sentence he doesn't plan to finish. 'namine, you can come out,' perhaps. )