[ He finally turns to face them, movements stiff and unnatural and entirely his, nothing to do with the bark starting to coat his skin. A masquerade of a person; who he really is, a lot of the time.
Amos' eyes finally flick to Hayame's, noting the aggression in her tone. In her body. They flick to Dextera, the surrender he had been trying to force him into now almost peacefully being offered back to him. Mockingly, if he wants to give it an uncharitable read — and yeah, he kinda does.
He snorts, a sharp exhalation from his nose. There aren't any further words he can say to win. Taking action is a surefire way to ensure he loses, rather than come out of this at a draw. And... a draw is really all he can hope for now. ]
Fine. [ Still no inflection to his voice, only a lingering bitterness. Just. Fine, you win. ] You leave me alone, I'll leave you alone.
[ And maybe some bite, too — a sore loser looking to get in every last petty and meaningless dig he can, as though that'll make him feel better. Amos slowly lifts his hands up, showing nothing in them; takes a step backwards while still facing the two of them. Two steps, three. See? He can play under threat of dissipation in good faith. ]
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Amos' eyes finally flick to Hayame's, noting the aggression in her tone. In her body. They flick to Dextera, the surrender he had been trying to force him into now almost peacefully being offered back to him. Mockingly, if he wants to give it an uncharitable read — and yeah, he kinda does.
He snorts, a sharp exhalation from his nose. There aren't any further words he can say to win. Taking action is a surefire way to ensure he loses, rather than come out of this at a draw. And... a draw is really all he can hope for now. ]
Fine. [ Still no inflection to his voice, only a lingering bitterness. Just. Fine, you win. ] You leave me alone, I'll leave you alone.
[ And maybe some bite, too — a sore loser looking to get in every last petty and meaningless dig he can, as though that'll make him feel better. Amos slowly lifts his hands up, showing nothing in them; takes a step backwards while still facing the two of them. Two steps, three. See? He can play
under threat of dissipationin good faith. ]