Like Sebastian? the thought crosses his mind before he nixes it; different worlds, and all that. Whatever kind of demon this Akua would summon almost certainly isn't a good one, considering everything, and that — combined with the way the environment around them is starting to get pretty fucked up — spurs him back into action.
So Amos unceremoniously drops to the ground, landing heavy next to the doppelganger. Her source, her source...
He has no idea what that means as he hurriedly looks over its body, but it's saying something, its lips moving, so with one hand Amos makes a grab at the doppelganger's wrists to hold behind its back, and with the other he grabs at.
Her face.
Specifically her mouth, using considerable strength to pinch on her cheeks — like when trying to force a dog's mouth to open so it drops something it shouldn't have — if not crush them entirely.
However successful his attempts are, he'll still look up at the real Akua, an almost frenetic sort of confusion on his face, if this is even helping delay things. ]
What's her source look like?
[ He's so new to all of this. Akua is proving herself to be formidable — useful — if this is what she's capable of, one way or another; all Amos really has at his disposal against someone like this is brute strength, and who knows how effective that even is. ]
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Like Sebastian? the thought crosses his mind before he nixes it; different worlds, and all that. Whatever kind of demon this Akua would summon almost certainly isn't a good one, considering everything, and that — combined with the way the environment around them is starting to get pretty fucked up — spurs him back into action.
So Amos unceremoniously drops to the ground, landing heavy next to the doppelganger. Her source, her source...
He has no idea what that means as he hurriedly looks over its body, but it's saying something, its lips moving, so with one hand Amos makes a grab at the doppelganger's wrists to hold behind its back, and with the other he grabs at.
Her face.
Specifically her mouth, using considerable strength to pinch on her cheeks — like when trying to force a dog's mouth to open so it drops something it shouldn't have — if not crush them entirely.
However successful his attempts are, he'll still look up at the real Akua, an almost frenetic sort of confusion on his face, if this is even helping delay things. ]
What's her source look like?
[ He's so new to all of this. Akua is proving herself to be formidable — useful — if this is what she's capable of, one way or another; all Amos really has at his disposal against someone like this is brute strength, and who knows how effective that even is. ]