Cedric shrugs off a corpse, and one of the Mournwatch steps ahead, lifting a staff that hooks half a gleaming scythe. She rips through them like harvest thicket, and there’s a way forward once again. An opening onto the golem. Its roiling joints of rock grind against each other, stutter when pushed from place. Possible to disrupt.

She screams. His head whips around,

"Ness!" If that’s a mouthful. It's sure easier to shout – falls onto a yelp as a tendril closes over his ankle and yanks. Cedric goes sprawling past her. Close enough to touch. The shadows lash: A tongue explodes, pulping a spray of purple rot. The jawbone clatters past like a crab before a tentacle catches it, splintering teeth.

The spell swallows light. Lyrium's too far to reach for the warp of Veil about gauntlet. He brings the green shield-edge down over shadowy limb. Can’t even say whether the magic will meet, sever; hasn’t fucking practiced this –