Between the force of it's blow, Bull's earlier cut, and Taas' grip when the Vashoth goes flying? He takes the limb he'd been clinging to with him in a wet rending of flesh and sinew- black blood seeping from the wound in thick, gelatinous drips. Apart from itself it continues to grasp at him, bone tipped fingers striving to claw or tear.
The shambling corpses shift their attention to Beleth, staggering and stumbling in the bloodied mod, over their felled brethren, or cut down by her blades. They struggle to rise, to claw their way to her through the muck, coming in at all sides-
Those unfortunate enough to be under Taas shudder and burst in a rotting mist of pus and bile; not corrosive but certainly dank and foul; the Golem's magic decomposing them rapidly even as they attempted to fight. Scattered, wriggling limbs attempt to claw their way either to Taas' throat, ankles, or over to Beleth in a slippery pile of sloughed off skin and exposed bone.
Bull's last blow has the golem locking up, head thrown back in a grating, discordant bellow, blood and sinew twitching and knotting around the mass of his blade. It attempts to wrench itself free but the cut severed it's spine and clove a fair way through it's middle, almost meeting the edge of the gash from the beginning of the fight. More bile coated, oily entrails ooze from the cut but it cannot move or turn to attack Disarmed and disabled it reaches up to grasp the largest of it's skulls-
And pulls.
Scraps of flesh and flecks of bone fall away from it's shoulders and throat, leaving a skull with small, clawlike, spindly arms and a serpent's tail of muscle coiled around what is left of it's spine. There's a moment where something black and vile connecting the two stretches and snaps- and when it snaps? The remaining crows burst like rotted fruit, coating those nearest with blood and bile. Toothy maw open wide and shrieking the remaining arm hurls it's head with uncanny aim right at Anders before the larger body collapses backward, oozing more of that black, greasy fluid.
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The shambling corpses shift their attention to Beleth, staggering and stumbling in the bloodied mod, over their felled brethren, or cut down by her blades. They struggle to rise, to claw their way to her through the muck, coming in at all sides-
Those unfortunate enough to be under Taas shudder and burst in a rotting mist of pus and bile; not corrosive but certainly dank and foul; the Golem's magic decomposing them rapidly even as they attempted to fight. Scattered, wriggling limbs attempt to claw their way either to Taas' throat, ankles, or over to Beleth in a slippery pile of sloughed off skin and exposed bone.
Bull's last blow has the golem locking up, head thrown back in a grating, discordant bellow, blood and sinew twitching and knotting around the mass of his blade. It attempts to wrench itself free but the cut severed it's spine and clove a fair way through it's middle, almost meeting the edge of the gash from the beginning of the fight. More bile coated, oily entrails ooze from the cut but it cannot move or turn to attack Disarmed and disabled it reaches up to grasp the largest of it's skulls-
And pulls.
Scraps of flesh and flecks of bone fall away from it's shoulders and throat, leaving a skull with small, clawlike, spindly arms and a serpent's tail of muscle coiled around what is left of it's spine. There's a moment where something black and vile connecting the two stretches and snaps- and when it snaps? The remaining crows burst like rotted fruit, coating those nearest with blood and bile. Toothy maw open wide and shrieking the remaining arm hurls it's head with uncanny aim right at Anders before the larger body collapses backward, oozing more of that black, greasy fluid.