[That knocks the bolt away from him and if the shade still had any weight to hold up he might stagger with it now. But as it is, he only flickers, draws in a low, chill hiss of air and as soon as he's realized he's lost patience with this whole thing he's moving forward, and a shadow reaches out from him to try and pool under the beast's paw, wanting to cover the hunter's eyes and nose and face. Finish this quickly, because so long as the shadows stay where they are either the man will flail out and make the beast finish him, or he'll strangle. Might as well spend the energy on it; he'll have to go rest after this, anyway.]
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