[ He was a bit curious how she would dodge, if only for an unfamiliarity with facing an actual centaur. Her torso is up, well out of his reach, and that in itself is a little information about her to tuck away. But he had also never intended to attack it straight on in the first place.
Sebastian slips as deftly underneath her raised hooves as if it were a dance. He skirts along her side instead. He could use his strength to throw her off balance, since it wouldn't take too much of it when she's forced to two hooves instead of four, but she's still dangerous that way. There's only one place where her threat is nearly mitigated, and he's uniquely agile enough to exploit it.
It's nearly by her haunches that he half-pivots, but it's immediately to jump, but not far. He jumps onto her back, landing hard as he digs his heels in to provide traction against her armor to prevent slipping off. His right hand grabs her human shoulder tightly for support by the time her front hooves would touch the ground again, but also to pull himself forward so that he's as flush to her back as the arrow will allow. The left, though.
Sebastian reaches from behind her and places that hand directly against her cheek. She'll be able to feel the warm, viscous mix of blood and vitreous humor. It's gentle, just like his words that are murmured darkly behind her ear. ]
Why, then mercy you shall not have.
[ The gentle touch is a mockery, after all. He wanted her to know that it was the same hand. It hadn't found the exact target he wanted, so he'll at least find it here. His hand only moves a few centimeters up, but two fingers dig into her eye with an expertise that could only come from experience. He'd needed to mutilate the Sanctifier's eye because of its size. For her, it's easy enough for fingers to hook around to the back to pluck it out. ]
cw: eye gore... again...
Sebastian slips as deftly underneath her raised hooves as if it were a dance. He skirts along her side instead. He could use his strength to throw her off balance, since it wouldn't take too much of it when she's forced to two hooves instead of four, but she's still dangerous that way. There's only one place where her threat is nearly mitigated, and he's uniquely agile enough to exploit it.
It's nearly by her haunches that he half-pivots, but it's immediately to jump, but not far. He jumps onto her back, landing hard as he digs his heels in to provide traction against her armor to prevent slipping off. His right hand grabs her human shoulder tightly for support by the time her front hooves would touch the ground again, but also to pull himself forward so that he's as flush to her back as the arrow will allow. The left, though.
Sebastian reaches from behind her and places that hand directly against her cheek. She'll be able to feel the warm, viscous mix of blood and vitreous humor. It's gentle, just like his words that are murmured darkly behind her ear. ]
Why, then mercy you shall not have.
[ The gentle touch is a mockery, after all. He wanted her to know that it was the same hand. It hadn't found the exact target he wanted, so he'll at least find it here. His hand only moves a few centimeters up, but two fingers dig into her eye with an expertise that could only come from experience. He'd needed to mutilate the Sanctifier's eye because of its size. For her, it's easy enough for fingers to hook around to the back to pluck it out. ]