[ Dipper continues to bat away the minions, though he keeps close to Yu after his friend gives the command. He would be stupid to get any closer to the monster without powers or armor like the others had. Now that they'd identified the monster's weak point, some of his initial panic subsides.
It's hard not to watch them fight, his attention halfway divided between the fight with the monster and the minions still darting at him. One divebombs at him, and he jumps back, swatting it down and spearing it with his makeshift weapon. For a triumphant moment, then, he glances back towards the group. The more they attack, the angrier the monster gets, and while his heart skips a beat when Hiro gets knocked down, a moment later his friend is back on his feet, and the assault continues. ]
It's working! [ He doesn't let himself feel relief just yet - that monster is far from dead. But they might just do this. They might just defeat this thing that he brought upon them, and then they could all go home, safe and sound, heroes, fending off monstrosities, because they could do this, he could do this -
A splinter of a tree, smashed to bits by the monster's tail, whistles through the air and impales his right shoulder.
He falls backwards, a choked cry of pain cut short because it's like he's forgotten how to breathe. He can't see. He can't hear. He can't think. He can't do anything but feel, like ice and fire, and the blood soaking his shirt. ]
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It's hard not to watch them fight, his attention halfway divided between the fight with the monster and the minions still darting at him. One divebombs at him, and he jumps back, swatting it down and spearing it with his makeshift weapon. For a triumphant moment, then, he glances back towards the group. The more they attack, the angrier the monster gets, and while his heart skips a beat when Hiro gets knocked down, a moment later his friend is back on his feet, and the assault continues. ]
It's working! [ He doesn't let himself feel relief just yet - that monster is far from dead. But they might just do this. They might just defeat this thing that he brought upon them, and then they could all go home, safe and sound, heroes, fending off monstrosities, because they could do this, he could do this -
A splinter of a tree, smashed to bits by the monster's tail, whistles through the air and impales his right shoulder.
He falls backwards, a choked cry of pain cut short because it's like he's forgotten how to breathe. He can't see. He can't hear. He can't think. He can't do anything but feel, like ice and fire, and the blood soaking his shirt. ]