[ There — that, there, the way Dextera lifts his shoulder and stumbles, wincing as the wood splinters against his body — is the right opening. The massive creature housing Howl's mind and soul leaps forward suddenly, talons open wide and wings bared behind him, its shape casting a dark shadow across his foe. He doesn't aim to gouge the other man with his claws, but to knock him to the ground and pin him there. Dextera had not been quick enough to dodge the box, and he had not responded to it with any sort of ranged attack, either — and while that hardly constitutes complete information on what he's capable of, Howl feels confident enough to make this sort of move. But Dextera's sword does not truly register in his mind. It looks odd, but it's nothing more than a sword from what Howl can tell.
He'll surely try to strike back at him with it somehow, even if he manages to pin him, but it's a risk Howl is willing to take. He does, at a minimum, have a considerable size advantage. If he's lucky, he can end this quickly with a single merciful blow and spare both Dextera and himself the anguish of what they're doing. ]
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He'll surely try to strike back at him with it somehow, even if he manages to pin him, but it's a risk Howl is willing to take. He does, at a minimum, have a considerable size advantage. If he's lucky, he can end this quickly with a single merciful blow and spare both Dextera and himself the anguish of what they're doing. ]