It's still tough to properly judge distance when you aren't used to being this small; from a normal perspective they would have smashed into the ground almost immediately, but with their reduced size and proximity above the ground she's able to get on top of him. He doesn't have the time to flip them around; certainly not with the determination that Hayame is holding him with.
He has the time to pull the chute, ensuring that when he smashes into the ground with Hayame nearly on top of him he's thoroughly winded, with a wing fractured on impact and bruises that will surely be decorating his body sooner rather than later. Amos gasps for air, running on autopilot as he reaches out for her, falling well short of gouging out her remaining eye or something...
But fighting like a man isn't important to him. Honour doesn't exist. There's only winning, and for that — as his hand closes around a foreleg, the part of her closest to him — he draws on magic, beginning to cast Fear.
He has no words for her. Not in the middle of a fight. But he can reach into her mind — and pull out the worst of it for her to see, for him to get a much-needed edge. ]
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It's still tough to properly judge distance when you aren't used to being this small; from a normal perspective they would have smashed into the ground almost immediately, but with their reduced size and proximity above the ground she's able to get on top of him. He doesn't have the time to flip them around; certainly not with the determination that Hayame is holding him with.
He has the time to pull the chute, ensuring that when he smashes into the ground with Hayame nearly on top of him he's thoroughly winded, with a wing fractured on impact and bruises that will surely be decorating his body sooner rather than later. Amos gasps for air, running on autopilot as he reaches out for her, falling well short of gouging out her remaining eye or something...
But fighting like a man isn't important to him. Honour doesn't exist. There's only winning, and for that — as his hand closes around a foreleg, the part of her closest to him — he draws on magic, beginning to cast Fear.
He has no words for her. Not in the middle of a fight. But he can reach into her mind — and pull out the worst of it for her to see, for him to get a much-needed edge. ]