Croydon territory claim

[detectiveofthewest]

Likely Circle Daybreak had been anticipating a clash with the fae ever since they'd first appeared in London in force: it was only, as they said, a matter of time. Yet that anticipation had the potential to work to either side's benefit. The Daybreak witches would be prepared, true, but they wouldn't know the exact time of the offensive. And if they failed to protect their territory despite the forewarning, the blow could be a significant one.

The name of the fae's strategy this evening was guile, reflecting the personalities of the fae organizing the effort -- they took advantage of blind spots and bottlenecks, staged decoy attacks, made use of illusion magic and fae glamour to pit unprepared witches against each other. These attacks were designed to bring about a swift end, minimizing casualties on both sides. Whether this would be a successful strategy or not would reveal itself soon enough...

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[knightscode]

It starts to try and lumber away, sways and tips and Lancelot feels bad for a moment. The creature is alive, after all, and the horrible knowledge that he may have effectively beaten it to death suddenly connects and begins taking hold. He scrambles away as it falls, dragging the bin with him before noticing a part of it is beginning to rot with sludge and quickly letting go.

Has he... killed it? How would you even be able to tell? He can hardly take the pulse of something that appears to be largely sludge.

The adrenaline begins to fade and he hesitates, glancing around for anyone who might have seen. Well, equally he supposes he should be worried about leaving a sludge-ridden fae lying about even if it is dead. He picks up the bin again and very delicately pokes it with the corner of it. It's a particularly scientific test for life with fae, since they seem to hate the touch of this stuff.

If it's dead, he supposes he could try and scoop it up. When his life became such an awkward black comedy he really doesn't know.