[ Amos' doppelganger has indeed been stirring in the background; the part that Voryn's would turn its focus to it is the real surprise. One way or another Amos would've found a way to punch his until it simply didn't get back up; he wouldn't have thought of it teaming up. ]
Shit—
[ He whips his gaze around, catching his doppelganger already up on one knee, having already made purposeful eye contact with Voryn's. There's a nod on its part, and Amos is throwing his entire body into it to force it out of the way. And right into a mirror, shards of ice raining down on the two of them as the spell narrowly misses, leaving Amos to stare down at his doppelganger, bewildered.
Well, he did appreciate the shield Voryn had given him, however busted it is now... ]
Great. We can dodge your guy, but don't think that's gonna work—
[ —on mine was how that sentence was supposed to finish, but while Amos had been making an attempt at punching his doppelganger in the head again — and again, and again, until it can't get back up — his doppelganger had taken the first blow in order to catch his arm. And not let go. And before Amos knows what's happening, his doppelganger is using gravity magic to make him lighter — light enough to lift with ease, to grab him with both hands — and is then throwing his entire body at Voryn, making him heavier in the moment to increase the force, the impact wherever he happens to hit. Whether it's Voryn himself or the ground or another mirror, it's going to suck.
Maybe he didn't need to finish his sentence, after all; whatever happens here is probably going to get the point across. Amos' doppelganger is less likely to tire out, more likely to brute force its way through this — which, turns out, is annoying to be on the other end of. ]
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Shit—
[ He whips his gaze around, catching his doppelganger already up on one knee, having already made purposeful eye contact with Voryn's. There's a nod on its part, and Amos is throwing his entire body into it to force it out of the way. And right into a mirror, shards of ice raining down on the two of them as the spell narrowly misses, leaving Amos to stare down at his doppelganger, bewildered.
Well, he did appreciate the shield Voryn had given him, however busted it is now... ]
Great. We can dodge your guy, but don't think that's gonna work—
[ —on mine was how that sentence was supposed to finish, but while Amos had been making an attempt at punching his doppelganger in the head again — and again, and again, until it can't get back up — his doppelganger had taken the first blow in order to catch his arm. And not let go. And before Amos knows what's happening, his doppelganger is using gravity magic to make him lighter — light enough to lift with ease, to grab him with both hands — and is then throwing his entire body at Voryn, making him heavier in the moment to increase the force, the impact wherever he happens to hit. Whether it's Voryn himself or the ground or another mirror, it's going to suck.
Maybe he didn't need to finish his sentence, after all; whatever happens here is probably going to get the point across. Amos' doppelganger is less likely to tire out, more likely to brute force its way through this — which, turns out, is annoying to be on the other end of. ]