Coordination!
It took the carpet shoggoth a remarkably long time to adjust to Morgan’s charge; he still wasn’t sure what spontaneous spells were running this thing, but it looked like there wasn’t any kind of automatic response to prey that wasn’t trying to run away. He was even starting to dare hope that he could get all the way to the carpet shoggoth without being attacked when the carpet shoggoth, in fact, attacked.
“Whatever you’re going to throw, get it ready!” shouted Morgan as three tendrils grabbed him and lifted him up while a fourth and fifth clumsily plucked his shield out of his right hand. The tendrils then moved to swing Morgan hard against a wall, to stun him, before lowering him inexorably into the monster’s opening maw…
Or rather, it would have, except that Morgan Barod was left-handed, and thus had a perfectly good sword to hack away three tendrils swinging him around. Not that falling to the ground afterward didn’t hurt like a bastard, of course. But it was the kind of hurt that he could ignore while ripping this thing a new orifice.
“Move your… Move your… Move your thing!” came a yell behind him as Morgan danced for a good position. It came from Kiddo, surprisingly.
“Move where?” Morgan yelled back. “Left, right, jump, duck?”
“MOVE!” Kiddo almost shrieked it. Crap, thought Morgan. She sounds serious. He did a side roll that was almost smooth and only a little over-enthusiastic, and risked a quick look back.