[Vander remains silent as he focuses on pulling him to safety, and the moment he feels the resistance of the roots trying to pull Childe in disappear, he will try to shove him farther out of the reach of the monster. Judging from the earful he just got, he isn’t going to be happy with that—and he half-expects that he’ll just leap right back into the fray regardless—but Vander isn’t about to watch someone throw their life away in what is quickly looking like a losing battle. Not while he can do something about it.
He had hoped that his attacks might help brute-force his companion to freedom—and it works, in a roundabout way, by drawing that thing’s entire focus onto Vander. A small victory, he thinks, right until the roots spring forward in the space of a blink and dig themselves deep into the arm he’d been attacking with. He exhales in a surprised and angry grunt as the sudden lance of pain shoots right up through his shoulder.
Gone were the lumbering, awkward movements the creature had only been displaying before. That attack was fast, and he can only assume that means he’s done something right. Finally threatened it enough that it’s no longer playing around anymore. So neither would he.
The smart move would be to try to pull away and get this thing to free his arm as quickly as possible, but it’s got him in an awkward position. There's no time to think, no time to double-check whether his companion remains safe. Instead of trying to distance himself from the extended roots digging painfully into his arm, Vander instead grits his teeth and pulls back his other arm to take a swing right at the center of that glowing mass.]
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He had hoped that his attacks might help brute-force his companion to freedom—and it works, in a roundabout way, by drawing that thing’s entire focus onto Vander. A small victory, he thinks, right until the roots spring forward in the space of a blink and dig themselves deep into the arm he’d been attacking with. He exhales in a surprised and angry grunt as the sudden lance of pain shoots right up through his shoulder.
Gone were the lumbering, awkward movements the creature had only been displaying before. That attack was fast, and he can only assume that means he’s done something right. Finally threatened it enough that it’s no longer playing around anymore. So neither would he.
The smart move would be to try to pull away and get this thing to free his arm as quickly as possible, but it’s got him in an awkward position. There's no time to think, no time to double-check whether his companion remains safe. Instead of trying to distance himself from the extended roots digging painfully into his arm, Vander instead grits his teeth and pulls back his other arm to take a swing right at the center of that glowing mass.]