Objectively, Amos knows. He'd locked eyes with Hayame, a silent, desperate plea, and she's delivering. More than he ever could have imagined; he didn't know what he was asking for — anything but what was happening to him in that moment — and he's gotten it.
More than it. Amos is left shocked, breathless as he coughs, suddenly freed. It's all he can do but push himself up to a sitting position, staring at the new scene down the hall.
Because the doppelganger didn't know what hit it, either; it had only had eyes for Amos, the opportunity to take all of his sand and leave him there, and it had been succeeding right before a half ton had slammed herself into it. The wind leaves its body. There are broken ribs, a battered and bruised torso, a leg that feels like it's screaming at it as it's unable to stand — both because it can't put weight on it at the moment to begin with, and because Hayame is right on top of it.
And it, of course, has never had the luxury of fighting a jinba before. Doesn't even know where to begin, so in a rush, it makes the two of them weightless — offering it some relief as they float up into the air, giving it a chance to yell in pain before it's converted into a snarl as it seeks to grab whatever it can of hers and bend it the wrong way. Her front legs. Her arms. Her neck. Something as a hot rage crashes over its face in violent waves, eyes furious and murderous. No time for a biting remark, kill being the only thing on its mind.
And Amos gets that, because it's him, and he would do the same thing in its place — it's just going to take him a couple of extra precious seconds to get down the hall to where they are... ]
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Objectively, Amos knows. He'd locked eyes with Hayame, a silent, desperate plea, and she's delivering. More than he ever could have imagined; he didn't know what he was asking for — anything but what was happening to him in that moment — and he's gotten it.
More than it. Amos is left shocked, breathless as he coughs, suddenly freed. It's all he can do but push himself up to a sitting position, staring at the new scene down the hall.
Because the doppelganger didn't know what hit it, either; it had only had eyes for Amos, the opportunity to take all of his sand and leave him there, and it had been succeeding right before a half ton had slammed herself into it. The wind leaves its body. There are broken ribs, a battered and bruised torso, a leg that feels like it's screaming at it as it's unable to stand — both because it can't put weight on it at the moment to begin with, and because Hayame is right on top of it.
And it, of course, has never had the luxury of fighting a jinba before. Doesn't even know where to begin, so in a rush, it makes the two of them weightless — offering it some relief as they float up into the air, giving it a chance to yell in pain before it's converted into a snarl as it seeks to grab whatever it can of hers and bend it the wrong way. Her front legs. Her arms. Her neck. Something as a hot rage crashes over its face in violent waves, eyes furious and murderous. No time for a biting remark, kill being the only thing on its mind.
And Amos gets that, because it's him, and he would do the same thing in its place — it's just going to take him a couple of extra precious seconds to get down the hall to where they are... ]