[ It feels like the air is knocked from one set of lungs as she slams into him, but seeing as how he needs two in this form it's still winding. And going to bruise something fierce until he's able to heal himself — something he is not concerned with at the moment, considering how he needs to make it out of this alive, first and foremost.
So he goes for the eyes. And of course she turns her head, of course she works to bare that eye towards him. But he's too winded, too inexperienced, too desperate to do any real damage. It's just struggling for purchase, maybe further dislodging that eyepatch, maybe getting a thumb close to the corner of her eye before it slides harmlessly away, grunting and snarling like a wild beast as she kicks into his equine chest, as she claws at him with human arms, as he does his best to fend off someone with the upper hand. His own forelegs flail out involuntarily, maybe uselessly; his hind legs kick against the tree—
It takes a few kicks before the sound of a crying child breaks through, and Amos is startled enough that his control on gravity slips, dropping them before he catches the two of them just before contact with the ground. It's disorienting, he might puke, but they aren't hurt from it.
What he is hurt from is being the obvious source of distress for a kid. Amos whips his head around to look at the group, chests heaving in exhilaration and terror. He has no response to Hayame's earlier accusations, only fight, but this— ]
What the fuck is wrong with you? [ He doesn't know what he's doing as he brings his own forelegs up, looking to slam into her the way she has into him with far more force than he's attempted before. If he doesn't connect, he's probably going to faceplant into the ground. ] I told you to look after the kid!
[ And now there are more, and now this is squarely Hayame's fault, he's decided. He just wanted to be left alone — and now this, more of a personal affront than her looking to take him into custody ever could be. ]
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So he goes for the eyes. And of course she turns her head, of course she works to bare that eye towards him. But he's too winded, too inexperienced, too desperate to do any real damage. It's just struggling for purchase, maybe further dislodging that eyepatch, maybe getting a thumb close to the corner of her eye before it slides harmlessly away, grunting and snarling like a wild beast as she kicks into his equine chest, as she claws at him with human arms, as he does his best to fend off someone with the upper hand. His own forelegs flail out involuntarily, maybe uselessly; his hind legs kick against the tree—
It takes a few kicks before the sound of a crying child breaks through, and Amos is startled enough that his control on gravity slips, dropping them before he catches the two of them just before contact with the ground. It's disorienting, he might puke, but they aren't hurt from it.
What he is hurt from is being the obvious source of distress for a kid. Amos whips his head around to look at the group, chests heaving in exhilaration and terror. He has no response to Hayame's earlier accusations, only fight, but this— ]
What the fuck is wrong with you? [ He doesn't know what he's doing as he brings his own forelegs up, looking to slam into her the way she has into him with far more force than he's attempted before. If he doesn't connect, he's probably going to faceplant into the ground. ] I told you to look after the kid!
[ And now there are more, and now this is squarely Hayame's fault, he's decided. He just wanted to be left alone — and now this, more of a personal affront than her looking to take him into custody ever could be. ]