[ With his nerves already standing on end with tension and anxiety, and that uneasy feeling boiling away in the pit of his stomach, Gen cottons onto the sense of wrongness just a little quicker than Amos does. Realizes that Kaeya is standing a bit too still, spots the preparatory quiver of those vines, finds himself backing off a half-step at the sight of vines wrenching themselves tight around Amos' forearms. Even as his voice escapes in a startled bark, he automatically backs off with posture lowered defensively, his body responding quicker than his conscious mind for half a second.
Not that that half-second's quickness amounts to much in the end.
It's partly reflex -- the simple, ingrained desire to guard what he considers his on some level -- and partly a furious refusal to go down without a fight when Gen yanks at Misa's arm, placing himself between her and the nearest wall of greenery just in time to interfere with the coils that comes shooting their way. Gen snarls like a rabid dog as those hard fibers catch against his forearm, twisting around ferociously to try and free himself; a sharp lunge serves to place himself between Misa and that second pair of twisting vines, and he hisses as he feels them whip tight around his torso instead, brutally dragging him towards the wall to pin him in place.
Unfortunately, that paltry extent is as far as his ability to protect Misa goes. ]
-- Kaeya!
[ His voice emerges guttural and breathless, his chest still aching from those vines thudding into his ribcage, but he still spits that name with equal parts anger and desperation as he's fixed helplessly against the wall. ]
Do something, you moron!
[ Because surely, he's just frozen in shock, right? It's not that he's actually just going to stand there as this happens, right? ... right? ]
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Not that that half-second's quickness amounts to much in the end.
It's partly reflex -- the simple, ingrained desire to guard what he considers his on some level -- and partly a furious refusal to go down without a fight when Gen yanks at Misa's arm, placing himself between her and the nearest wall of greenery just in time to interfere with the coils that comes shooting their way. Gen snarls like a rabid dog as those hard fibers catch against his forearm, twisting around ferociously to try and free himself; a sharp lunge serves to place himself between Misa and that second pair of twisting vines, and he hisses as he feels them whip tight around his torso instead, brutally dragging him towards the wall to pin him in place.
Unfortunately, that paltry extent is as far as his ability to protect Misa goes. ]
-- Kaeya!
[ His voice emerges guttural and breathless, his chest still aching from those vines thudding into his ribcage, but he still spits that name with equal parts anger and desperation as he's fixed helplessly against the wall. ]
Do something, you moron!
[ Because surely, he's just frozen in shock, right? It's not that he's actually just going to stand there as this happens, right? ... right? ]