[Vander is finding himself struck with much regret in this moment—regret for setting the pace of attacking without thinking, regret that he doesn’t appear to be properly equipped for a battle with a creature like this. And neither, apparently, is Childe. Not even the twin blades which would carve their way through roots with ease under normal circumstances can inflict the kind of wound they need to strike this being with.
The brief victory of freeing his own arm is quickly forgotten as the creature instead focuses on ensnaring Childe. The preparation for a follow up attack to his partner’s own is halted by necessity. The quickening march of those roots are ringing alarm bells in Vander’s mind, and he’s so focused on the new objective of seeing Childe to safety that the voice snaking its way into his head only registers on a surface level at first.
He steps back in, moves to wrap one arm around Childe’s waist—somewhat awkward with the gauntlet still strapped to his wrist—and braces himself. It’s becoming increasingly apparent that they’re out of their league here, but he has to try.]
We’ll get you out.
[And his free arm pulls back, begins throwing tight and hurried punches at the creature to try to help Childe work his arms free. Swinging at the “neck,” edging up to the head, closer and closer to the glowing mass—]
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The brief victory of freeing his own arm is quickly forgotten as the creature instead focuses on ensnaring Childe. The preparation for a follow up attack to his partner’s own is halted by necessity. The quickening march of those roots are ringing alarm bells in Vander’s mind, and he’s so focused on the new objective of seeing Childe to safety that the voice snaking its way into his head only registers on a surface level at first.
He steps back in, moves to wrap one arm around Childe’s waist—somewhat awkward with the gauntlet still strapped to his wrist—and braces himself. It’s becoming increasingly apparent that they’re out of their league here, but he has to try.]
We’ll get you out.
[And his free arm pulls back, begins throwing tight and hurried punches at the creature to try to help Childe work his arms free. Swinging at the “neck,” edging up to the head, closer and closer to the glowing mass—]