[ As his companions begin to turn on one another, Bondrewd mitigates the threat of the smaller threats on his own - a struggle, as diminished as he is by Aetós's work, and by his own worldly limitations. Instinctively, he understands that his ability to use the Artifacts with him has become a quantified matter, and a timed one. The requirement that he thinks constructively is detrimental, but with all struggles, he takes it in stride - almost joyfully. It forces him to think, to strategize, to truly pit himself against the world in creative ways.
On the peripherals of the struggle ensuing between Liem and Sebastian, Bondrewd is ( quite literally ) crushing bugs, his hands and arms slick with their blood, peppered with their organs, the material within them. His armor is dented, scraped and torn through by tooth and claw, and still he persists. Even his boots and tail are slick with gore, as he finally wades out of the sea of corpses he's made around himself and quickly comes to a decision about what must be done. Liem and Sebastian are fighting amongst one another. ]
Oya, [ he declares; perhaps the only sound he makes that becomes pitched, questioning. A verbal tic of surprise, for oh? this is a predicament. His companions are more important to him than maintaining his internal resources for himself, and so - with great pragmatism, he decides one what to do. He moves in, behind Liem and grabs for the stock of crossbow, attempting cant the item up toward the ceiling and away from the target it has made of Sebastian. At the same time, he thrusts his other arm forth, looping it around Liem's shoulders from behind. Forming a protective wall around his back, he intones: ] Far Caress.
[ and just,
it is an explosion of tendrils, to say the least. Sleek ropes of black material cast wide, like a net aimed directly at the greatest catch available. If he's able to capture Sebastian in it, the flattening of his palm toward the ground will close the snare around him and pin him to the ground. ] Mister Michaelis. Mister Talbott. As happy as I have been to observe the two of you in action, I really must request that you come to your senses.
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On the peripherals of the struggle ensuing between Liem and Sebastian, Bondrewd is ( quite literally ) crushing bugs, his hands and arms slick with their blood, peppered with their organs, the material within them. His armor is dented, scraped and torn through by tooth and claw, and still he persists. Even his boots and tail are slick with gore, as he finally wades out of the sea of corpses he's made around himself and quickly comes to a decision about what must be done. Liem and Sebastian are fighting amongst one another. ]
Oya, [ he declares; perhaps the only sound he makes that becomes pitched, questioning. A verbal tic of surprise, for oh? this is a predicament. His companions are more important to him than maintaining his internal resources for himself, and so - with great pragmatism, he decides one what to do. He moves in, behind Liem and grabs for the stock of crossbow, attempting cant the item up toward the ceiling and away from the target it has made of Sebastian. At the same time, he thrusts his other arm forth, looping it around Liem's shoulders from behind. Forming a protective wall around his back, he intones: ] Far Caress.
[ and just,
it is an explosion of tendrils, to say the least. Sleek ropes of black material cast wide, like a net aimed directly at the greatest catch available. If he's able to capture Sebastian in it, the flattening of his palm toward the ground will close the snare around him and pin him to the ground. ] Mister Michaelis. Mister Talbott. As happy as I have been to observe the two of you in action, I really must request that you come to your senses.