[The sound of fighting is worrying, but at least it’s something to tether his focus to. Gotta keep his thoughts on the present, not what had once happened or might still happen. The here and now.
He is so damn tired and his head is pounding, but the adrenaline is helping him keep alert for the moment. Akua’s explanation gets a wordless nod from him and he holds the limb under the restraint she’s working on as still as he can so as not to distract. His attention drifts to Amos for a moment, but it’s hard to see what he’s getting up to at this angle, just that he’s riffling around with something in that small closet off to the side.
But he’s up and joining Hayame in keeping the door secure before long, and by the increasing sounds of bedlam and the abrupt halt of the familiar thrum of a bowstring firing in succession, he’s probably just in time.
The moment Akua manages to get the first of the restraints brittle enough through the intensely sharp cold of her spell, Vander’s now-freed hand immediately flies up to press against his neck where he can still feel an echo of the bite of a needle in his flesh. It feels like his skin is on fire, a sharp contrast to the lingering cold of Akua’s magic on his wrist.]
Don’t suppose you all ran into the one responsible for all of this on your way here?
[He half hopes his rescuers got the drop on them. The other half still hopes he can get the chance to wring Aetós’ neck himself.]
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He is so damn tired and his head is pounding, but the adrenaline is helping him keep alert for the moment. Akua’s explanation gets a wordless nod from him and he holds the limb under the restraint she’s working on as still as he can so as not to distract. His attention drifts to Amos for a moment, but it’s hard to see what he’s getting up to at this angle, just that he’s riffling around with something in that small closet off to the side.
But he’s up and joining Hayame in keeping the door secure before long, and by the increasing sounds of bedlam and the abrupt halt of the familiar thrum of a bowstring firing in succession, he’s probably just in time.
The moment Akua manages to get the first of the restraints brittle enough through the intensely sharp cold of her spell, Vander’s now-freed hand immediately flies up to press against his neck where he can still feel an echo of the bite of a needle in his flesh. It feels like his skin is on fire, a sharp contrast to the lingering cold of Akua’s magic on his wrist.]
Don’t suppose you all ran into the one responsible for all of this on your way here?
[He half hopes his rescuers got the drop on them. The other half still hopes he can get the chance to wring Aetós’ neck himself.]