[It's such a bizarre turn of events, she lets him stop them. The cock bucks, then crows, the sounds reverberating round them louder and louder than any rooster has a right to be. The Dread Watcher screeches back and instead of continuing toward the pair, she lunges for the rooster, trying to flatten it. The bird manages to squawk and flap away for the time being.]
This is our chance. Can you make a sound like a rooster? Or make more of them?
[With one being there, with the god's distress, it occurs to Mercy that's a sound she can imitate. Either way, she's going to cup her hands over her mouth and crow. The sounds echo and echo around the chamber, and the Dread Watcher screeches again, clawing at the world around her, trying to slice through the sounds.]
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This is our chance. Can you make a sound like a rooster? Or make more of them?
[With one being there, with the god's distress, it occurs to Mercy that's a sound she can imitate. Either way, she's going to cup her hands over her mouth and crow. The sounds echo and echo around the chamber, and the Dread Watcher screeches again, clawing at the world around her, trying to slice through the sounds.]