[ The shriek has Amos wincing — both from its pitch, and the part where he doesn't know what it'll do to him. If it's a precursor to more singing, more freezing him in place, what. He brings the sword back to his side, staring up at her to determine what would finish the job the quickest here. Her words wash over him, the nature of her voice of more concern to him than her actual speech, which simply goes in one ear and out the other.
Fact of the matter in his eyes is she's trying to kill him — worse than kill him, leave him alive and frozen in place, trapped in an inescapable hell without even death available as a release — so she's the enemy. You kill your enemies. That's how the world works. There's a part of Amos' mind that recognizes what Vander is doing, and holds an appreciation for it, but it's not something he'd do himself. Not when attack-attack-attack is all his own brain is telling him, a hurried sort of calm dictating his emotions. There's an urgency, but he's at peace here.
Won't be, if she sings again.
The Siren lifts herself, and Amos goes up with her, using his gravity magic to levitate behind her. He isn't as fast, though. And he isn't that practised with a sword, let alone wielding one in zero g. All he can do is hope for the best as he aims for her neck, but one wrong move will knock him off balance and unable to strike — to say nothing of the fact that he doesn't know what will happen to him if he freezes in place again while in mid-air; if he'll fall back to the ground or keep rising or what.
Urgency is just the name of the game right now, so it's a risk he's gotta take — high risk in that he might be leaving himself completely screwed here; high reward in that a good shot might just kill her, as he swings the sword. ]
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Fact of the matter in his eyes is she's trying to kill him — worse than kill him, leave him alive and frozen in place, trapped in an inescapable hell without even death available as a release — so she's the enemy. You kill your enemies. That's how the world works. There's a part of Amos' mind that recognizes what Vander is doing, and holds an appreciation for it, but it's not something he'd do himself. Not when attack-attack-attack is all his own brain is telling him, a hurried sort of calm dictating his emotions. There's an urgency, but he's at peace here.
Won't be, if she sings again.
The Siren lifts herself, and Amos goes up with her, using his gravity magic to levitate behind her. He isn't as fast, though. And he isn't that practised with a sword, let alone wielding one in zero g. All he can do is hope for the best as he aims for her neck, but one wrong move will knock him off balance and unable to strike — to say nothing of the fact that he doesn't know what will happen to him if he freezes in place again while in mid-air; if he'll fall back to the ground or keep rising or what.
Urgency is just the name of the game right now, so it's a risk he's gotta take — high risk in that he might be leaving himself completely screwed here; high reward in that a good shot might just kill her, as he swings the sword. ]