The creature roared when the lid hit it again, more green fire erupting between the lid and it's body and tried to again hit Lancelot with blunt force despite the fact that it was being pressed backward. Creatures like this were not particularly bright, the general mentality went along the lines of 'Grog smash'. It was yanking back a limb to fling more goop at Lancelot when that big crashes into it's body flaming green along a massive length of it, some of the gloop splattered in Lancelot's direction and some fell to eat away at sidewalk.

The creature's scream rattles the glass in the nearby windows and Mab puffs out a breath. Lancelot has already proven himself impressive on the fly and she's not sure if he was just smart enough to remember what the metals did to the fae or if he genuinely lucked out. The monster was still screaming as the fire died away, leaving a section of it's sludge hardened like a shell of dead fae. It was clearly limping now and she could see when it decided that running was the best way to survive human rubbish bins. It turned and began to limp in the opposite direction, bits of sludge leaving a trail, a pained moan still escaping it.