[ He frowns at that grin, at Dokja's bringing up their shared aspect. At first, Amos isn't entirely sure what he's getting at; he strengthens his grip on his gun, looks to aim it right at his centre of mass. Nevermind the wings that Dokja is so practised with, hitting an organ would be so much better.
Though a cold rush hits him when Dokja elaborates, because yeah. Yeah, Amos would do anything for his people. To think, though, that Dextera would have that kind of relationship in his corner (and what a shitty blindspot for Amos, to not seriously consider that); that Dokja would care that much...
But he can feel it, in the moment before Dokja does anything. He's completely serious. He has the sword, he has the higher position, and Amos is completely vulnerable.
Amos falters in mid-air; the shot he gets off misses wide, and now he's left to focus simply on staying upright and not plummeting to the ground — completely vulnerable, head spinning and something he can't name wracking his body, easy pickings for Dokja to either attack or outright flee with his prize. ]
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Though a cold rush hits him when Dokja elaborates, because yeah. Yeah, Amos would do anything for his people. To think, though, that Dextera would have that kind of relationship in his corner (and what a shitty blindspot for Amos, to not seriously consider that); that Dokja would care that much...
But he can feel it, in the moment before Dokja does anything. He's completely serious. He has the sword, he has the higher position, and Amos is completely vulnerable.
Amos falters in mid-air; the shot he gets off misses wide, and now he's left to focus simply on staying upright and not plummeting to the ground — completely vulnerable, head spinning and something he can't name wracking his body, easy pickings for Dokja to either attack or outright flee with his prize. ]