[ The blond man is still talking, and the things he's saying are incomprehensible to Set right now; his body is rich with Shimmer, urging him to crush and tear the world apart with his elevated strength. A god on such a drug is a dangerous, impossible combination that Silco should have known better than to create — and yet, were they not arbiters of the anti-order? One word sticks out to Set, that of god, and he opens his mouth to shrill back a wild cry: the sun-bright shriek of a hunting hawk, the rolling bay of a hound that's spotted what it is to chase, the chilling hiss of a crocodile rising from the bank in a single burst of motion to sink its teeth into something that's drawn too near the water's edge.
Without thinking, he rolls forward into sands again; a tidal wave of power heightened by Shimmer's presence in his system, looking all at once to smother Yuber's body and embrace him in the same moment. He doesn't summon weapons or look for the best advantage, reduced to sheer power and speed as he draws the wave of sand high overhead and aims to crash it all down upon the other. ( Briefly, a little burst of Communion alights between them: the sheer satisfaction and joy in finding someone ready and raring to risk it all in combat. ) ]
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Without thinking, he rolls forward into sands again; a tidal wave of power heightened by Shimmer's presence in his system, looking all at once to smother Yuber's body and embrace him in the same moment. He doesn't summon weapons or look for the best advantage, reduced to sheer power and speed as he draws the wave of sand high overhead and aims to crash it all down upon the other. ( Briefly, a little burst of Communion alights between them: the sheer satisfaction and joy in finding someone ready and raring to risk it all in combat. ) ]