I throw both sickles at the facade's legs, aiming to cut them both, but feint with the two of them-- one keeps homing on the facade, who was too distracted with turning to charge at me to dodge.
The dreamling dodges- or at least I assume it does, as I don't feel the sickle connecty, but the facade keeps coming for me, even missing two limbs... until the screamer on the tree nearby jumps at it, stabbing both it's legs into the facade's head.
I look at the screamer for a moment, using the momentary lull to heal myself. It's head is more draconian than equine, with two flexible prongs like a catfish' floating off it's snout.
Click, click click click, comes the clicking from whitin it's head like fine clockwork. The facade seems to reduce in size, it's eyes now empty and letting me see into the nothingness inside it's mask.
"Mother." It says.
No. Screamers can't talk. They just screech nothingness!
"Father fears death," It continues to talk. An arrow pierces it's head, but the screamer keeps talking. "Yet father knows his time has come." Another arrow, this time cracking the skull in two. "It is a nightmare's duty, to deliver what we need yet fear." Finishes the screamer, dying and vanishing to a dark mist.
"-iss?" Asks Base. "W-s th-- yo-- night--re?"
"No. Not my nightmare." I say distractedly, looking around. "That was me lossing control."