The bicorn slams against the stone from the inside, but it's clear it wasn't expecting to be caught like this, nor hemmed in by the earth itself. As one of the pillars shoots up from the ground, Lambert leaps up onto it, catching a quick ride up on the shuddering rock. For now, at least, he hasn't drawn his sword, though he does have one hand one it...
He's not a sorceror, able to cast spells in quick succession, so there isn't much to do except get ready to knock the bicorn down with the flat of his sword if it tries to leap up. As soon as he can feel the magic gather itself again, though, he he reaches out with a hand, forming a sign Strange is probably all too familiar with by now.
"Calm down. We're not here to kill you."
In the stone arena Strange has created, the bicorn's thrashing stops as though its strings have been cut, though its flanks are still heaving, body shaking. Lambert frowns, glancing over his shoulder and offering Strange a hand so he can haul him up.
"Get up here." He's not about to ask him to dispel the rocks just yet, not until they're sure it's not about to bolt again.
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He's not a sorceror, able to cast spells in quick succession, so there isn't much to do except get ready to knock the bicorn down with the flat of his sword if it tries to leap up. As soon as he can feel the magic gather itself again, though, he he reaches out with a hand, forming a sign Strange is probably all too familiar with by now.
"Calm down. We're not here to kill you."
In the stone arena Strange has created, the bicorn's thrashing stops as though its strings have been cut, though its flanks are still heaving, body shaking. Lambert frowns, glancing over his shoulder and offering Strange a hand so he can haul him up.
"Get up here." He's not about to ask him to dispel the rocks just yet, not until they're sure it's not about to bolt again.