Catamoch just chortles, continuing to keep the visions of the dragon's sins dancing behind her eyes as he drives his tusks in, ever in towards her frozen heart.
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Catamoch stretches out, passing the pain of the wintery blast down to his acolyte and then slashes up for the dragon's throat while it's distracted with its sins!
Catamoch continues to drown the dragon in its sins as he trots forward, ready to join the fray.
Soon. Ready to join the fray soon.
Catamoch rounds on Venexus, gore dripping from his tusks and squeals a scornful challenge, preparing to charge!
Catamoch carves viciously into Ashen Swale, slicing long gouges into the fallen godcaller's flank!
While his acolyte withdraws, Catamoch turns to Venexus, using his innate abilities to pierce the dragon's mind and drag up its sins for all to see.
Catamoch rises to the occasion, showing this trembling thing the virtues of two tusks.
Catamoch pounces on the foolish wyrmling, savaging it with a delight and ferocity that makes it clear why they call it goring someone.
Catamoch chimes in, squealing in menace at Kadosh's prey.
Catamoch is hardly daunted by the undead malignities before him, but the sheer concussive force they bring to bear has scrambled his senses a bit.
Catamoch continues to harry the hulking mammoth, trying to slit open its massive abdomen.
Catamoch lets loose a squeal of delight at the dragonkins' impending doom. "Soon we will dance on your bones, your bones."
Mostly uninterested in the magical battle around him except when it distracts his prey, Catamoch roots around in Azi's abdomen like he expects to find truffles.
Though slightly beginning to flag, Catamoch seems to get still more gleeful as the spark of his acolyte's life flutters within him. With a squeal of delight he rips into the necromancer once more, trying to hold her fast!
Catamoch rushes past the giant skeletons, looking to pin the necromancer to the earth!
Catamoch rejoices in his disciple's wrath, joining in the bloody sacrament by tearing away at Desiak in his distraction.
If the Husk is alive and vulnerable:
Catamoch gleefully assaults Desiak's minion, ripping into its corpus as he attempts to make of it a sacrifice to himself!
If else: Catamoch turns his gleefully blood-hazed eyes upon Desiak, dredging up the deeds from his mind that most delight the boar god, and drowning him in Visions of Sin.
Catamoch stalks like his acolyte, driven by her mental entreaties to aid the rest of the Following. Deciding the bonehusk looks weaker, he begins there, tearing and ripping with his tusks.
Catamoch rips his tusks from his fallen foe and carves upwards through the next!
Catamoch revels in his part of the fray, plunging his tusks into his attackers and whetting them upon their ribs.
As his devotee repositions, Catamoch surges forward into the warrior on the flank, plunging his tusks into the rattling cage of the man's armor.
Catamoch though, tickled by the necromancer's bloodlust, barely makes any efforts to stop her delightful performance.
Interruption:
Catamoch squeals with triumph as his prey seeks to hide, but with a slash of his tusks he quickly busies himself searching through the entrails of his foe for his favorites.
Catamoch hurtles into the yurt, picking whichever necromancer seems most hurt to plant his tusks into.
Potential Reactive Strike:
Catamoch trots over, excited to stamp the hands into a bloody smear.
With a devastating **CRACK** Catamoch finally bestirs himself and smashes into the towering hulk!
Catamoch remains unenthused by the bloodless battle; he makes certain that the lesser combatant is finished before trotting off after the towering hulk.
If he's focusing on the little skeleton/didn't have to stride over to kick the big guy: [ooc][/ooc]
Despite needing Veshka's life to remain strong to maintain his connection to the plane, Catamoch is deeply ambivalent about her working to heal wounds. Still, with a sigh, he sets about breaking a few bones, just to feel better.
Catamoch though, is jealous of his worshippers divided attention, and demands that she pay heed only to him.
The boar god rushes forward,
...But Catamoch is enjoying playing with his food far too much to let him die yet.
Catamoch swings his great head for the necromancer, using his momentum to run roughshod over them with his flinty hooves.
Joyous at finding prey that bleeds and breaks, Catamoch plunges his tusks into what he hopes is the real necromancer.
Catmoch trundles after the charging rhino, driving his hooves into its flank to try to knock it off its course.
Untroubled and exultant, Catamoch continues the battle. The sad absence of froth and gore among his foes more than made up for by a truly satisfying crunch.
Rushing around the flank of the reanimated rhinos, Catamoch bulls into them with sheer mass and demonic strength, rearing up to crush bones with his flinty hooves.
More prosaically, Catamoch tries to kick it to death and hope that it sticks this time.
In a clatter of hooves and squeals, Catamoch rears up at the dead knight, smashing down with bonecrushing force!
Catamoch slams into the necromancer at top speed, drilling and twisting with his tusks until he comes out the other side.
Bbored with the lesser undead, Catamoch rushes onward to greater prey...
Disdaining his tusks, Catamoch whirls and stomps, trying to shatter ribcages and trample fallen skulls!
And the boar god gleefully dives into the fray! Once more his tusks drive deep into the wyrm's guts, pinning it fast for the other warriors!
Catamoch meanwhile continues to exult, drenching himself in the wyrm's entrails with a fearsome glee.
Catamoch drives his tusks up into the great wyrm's throat, his strength renewed by Hakata's healing and Veshka's rage!
Catamoch gleefully bounds into battle with the abandon of one who knows that his acolyte will bear the wounds of his folly.
Catamoch chortles in delight at Veshka's resurgent bloodlust, and quickly goes about granting his acolyte's prayers of carnage.
Catamoch toys with Veshka however, spurring her on to greater heights of rage by doing nothing more than glancing against the wyrm clawing at her.
Visibly deaf to Veshka's pleas, Catamoch treats his battle with a murder demon as an opportunity to splash around more than a chance to save her.
With all the energy coursing through her veins, Veshka is completely healed by the time she flees the babau, allowing Catamoch to take the lead in fileting the fiend!
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