He was hoping for something more immediate, something like the fireballs he had seen people here toss around, but apparently that's not about to happen.
He looks back and the gigantic animals are both now pointed in their direction, and it's only a moment of time before they're charging.
"Try not to get stranded." He advises, before with the spear in one hand, he hops over the fallen debris. He gets as much distance from the other man as he can, he wants to be the distraction if possible, and starts to roughly put a plan together.
Might catch their eye huh? Well that's a good option. The dirt floor of the area is dry- where it isn't soaked in blood, and a handful of that thrown in the face of a charging rhino might cause it enough pain to down the rider- or the beast of he's lucky. But he can only deal with one at a time, so god help him when that other comes calling.
He has time enough to drag his hand along the floor, the dirt like grit and sand against his skin, and call out insults and curses at the creature and its master, making himself a target. The rhino is right there, larger than life, threatening him with a lowered horn and he barely has a moment to even consider regretting this before it charges.
He dodges, just, out of the way of head and horn, shouting at the top of his voice as he casts the sand at those tiny dark eyes...
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He was hoping for something more immediate, something like the fireballs he had seen people here toss around, but apparently that's not about to happen.
He looks back and the gigantic animals are both now pointed in their direction, and it's only a moment of time before they're charging.
"Try not to get stranded." He advises, before with the spear in one hand, he hops over the fallen debris. He gets as much distance from the other man as he can, he wants to be the distraction if possible, and starts to roughly put a plan together.
Might catch their eye huh? Well that's a good option. The dirt floor of the area is dry- where it isn't soaked in blood, and a handful of that thrown in the face of a charging rhino might cause it enough pain to down the rider- or the beast of he's lucky. But he can only deal with one at a time, so god help him when that other comes calling.
He has time enough to drag his hand along the floor, the dirt like grit and sand against his skin, and call out insults and curses at the creature and its master, making himself a target. The rhino is right there, larger than life, threatening him with a lowered horn and he barely has a moment to even consider regretting this before it charges.
He dodges, just, out of the way of head and horn, shouting at the top of his voice as he casts the sand at those tiny dark eyes...
...and misses.