[The shadows Amos' ball of light cast about the cup are eerie and strange, warped by the crumpled sides and their silhouettes. One moving, one still. If there was any doubt that Hayame was out cold for the moment, it was that she said nothing, did nothing, as Amos heads for the bell they had been set to battle over. He claims it with not a word of protest from the woman who had been prepared to put an arrow in his heart.
He is allowed the chance to stare unbothered for a few minutes, examining their predicament before Hayame begins to stir. Her forelegs curl, hooves displacing a few little pebbles. Her fingers tighten, grasping, reaching for something... and her eye flutters open, vision half-obscured by her eyepatch, which was slightly shifted across her face by the impact. Unlike him, though, she could see well in the dark. The slightly glowing dark, now.]
Amos-
[She sees a figure that must be him, gritting out a sound that seemed to be his name, stripped by confusion of anger or accusation. Her bow had to be around here somewhere. Her body wouldn't respond properly yet, still clawing its way back from unconsciousness but rattled to the point that the pain almost hasn't registered yet. Amos. The bell. The cup. An earthquake. Flying. Her skull pounding, like she can feel her hearts beating in it and it might burst-]
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He is allowed the chance to stare unbothered for a few minutes, examining their predicament before Hayame begins to stir. Her forelegs curl, hooves displacing a few little pebbles. Her fingers tighten, grasping, reaching for something... and her eye flutters open, vision half-obscured by her eyepatch, which was slightly shifted across her face by the impact. Unlike him, though, she could see well in the dark. The slightly glowing dark, now.]
Amos-
[She sees a figure that must be him, gritting out a sound that seemed to be his name, stripped by confusion of anger or accusation. Her bow had to be around here somewhere. Her body wouldn't respond properly yet, still clawing its way back from unconsciousness but rattled to the point that the pain almost hasn't registered yet. Amos. The bell. The cup. An earthquake. Flying. Her skull pounding, like she can feel her hearts beating in it and it might burst-]
What...
[What had happened to them?]