The man looks at Six with gratitude, murmuring a stammering thanks. Daud has no hesitation in his answer.

"End it," the tiefling answers, with implacable sureness. "It's only a mimic that's borrowed the beast's form. There's nothing left of what it was."

The mimic, for all it doesn't have much that could be considered sapient, is nonetheless still intelligent enough to analyze a threat. Gathering up its half-slashed body, it prepares to take a leap for the horse, broken vines trailing in the air behind it.