[ It comes out as a hiss through his teeth, Amos' barrage faltering for a moment as that Meridian energy hits him. He's expelled his, given that foreign substance and the bullshit it inflicted on him to Hayame, and to feel it creeping into his psyche, his soul again brings a feeling of intense discomfort. He has to stop, hand braced against a cavern wall to retain his balance, fingers digging into it out of agitation, for support.
And then he doubles back on his efforts, sending another wave of Zenith energy towards Dextera looking to encircle him, submerge him. Because he suspects him to be a vulnerable target, easy pickings in order to boost Zenith's numbers; because it doesn't matter if he'll hate him afterwards; because maybe after the Scorching Isles it is a little personal. Not in that Dextera took a memory from him — when he'd gotten it back he'd been bemused; nice to remember it again but was doing fine without it — but that he'd assaulted him, made him vulnerable, and that.
Fuck this guy, actually. ]
Stop that. [ His communion is harsh, bits of anger starting to slither in like roots seeking somewhere to take hold. ] Just get the fuck over here.
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[ It comes out as a hiss through his teeth, Amos' barrage faltering for a moment as that Meridian energy hits him. He's expelled his, given that foreign substance and the bullshit it inflicted on him to Hayame, and to feel it creeping into his psyche, his soul again brings a feeling of intense discomfort. He has to stop, hand braced against a cavern wall to retain his balance, fingers digging into it out of agitation, for support.
And then he doubles back on his efforts, sending another wave of Zenith energy towards Dextera looking to encircle him, submerge him. Because he suspects him to be a vulnerable target, easy pickings in order to boost Zenith's numbers; because it doesn't matter if he'll hate him afterwards; because maybe after the Scorching Isles it is a little personal. Not in that Dextera took a memory from him — when he'd gotten it back he'd been bemused; nice to remember it again but was doing fine without it — but that he'd assaulted him, made him vulnerable, and that.
Fuck this guy, actually. ]
Stop that. [ His communion is harsh, bits of anger starting to slither in like roots seeking somewhere to take hold. ] Just get the fuck over here.