[ The sensation of levitating isn't exactly a new one, and it's something he would've done on himself if he'd had the wherewithal to do so, so... good one, Voryn. Like, it was still shitty, but it could've been shittier.
He's still gasping for air when Voryn grips his shirt, and the movement makes him quiet down, inhale deeply and as silently as possible instead. He'll ignore the comment about his weight — it was, indeed, increased on him in that moment, and he still feels a bit too heavy now — and also they really don't have time to banter with each other.
So Amos just nods, lightening himself back to normal with a groan as he pushes himself back up, looks to start charging through every mirror he can—
Before Voryn's doppelganger earns a doubletake. Then Voryn himself. Amos hesitates for just a second before he grits his teeth, shakes his head. ]
Fucking unbelievable.
[ It's muttered under his breath, though Voryn can probably hear the disdain in his voice. It is. Kinda. Fucking unbelievable.
And Amos' doppelganger seems to agree on both counts — that Voryn's doppelganger's speech is kinda ridiculous, but also kinda right, as without preamble it's charging right back at the two of them, fist cocked back at the ready—
Before Amos spots it just in time and uses his own lower posture to headbutt it in the stomach, send it bowling over him and landing hard on the ground. ]
Gravity magic. And I'm really fucking strong. [ Those are his words for Voryn, detailing what he — and by his extension, his doppelganger — are capable of, while he's still got a few spare seconds. ] Might mess you up if you let it hit you, so try not to do that.
[ And then he's off, looking to shatter every mirror he possibly can while still undisturbed by the threats around them. Breaking them with a single punch, charging through them where he can — whatever; he can ignore the mild damage he takes from it if it solves this quick and easy. ]
god, me too... grips your hands
He's still gasping for air when Voryn grips his shirt, and the movement makes him quiet down, inhale deeply and as silently as possible instead. He'll ignore the comment about his weight — it was, indeed, increased on him in that moment, and he still feels a bit too heavy now — and also they really don't have time to banter with each other.
So Amos just nods, lightening himself back to normal with a groan as he pushes himself back up, looks to start charging through every mirror he can—
Before Voryn's doppelganger earns a doubletake. Then Voryn himself. Amos hesitates for just a second before he grits his teeth, shakes his head. ]
Fucking unbelievable.
[ It's muttered under his breath, though Voryn can probably hear the disdain in his voice. It is. Kinda. Fucking unbelievable.
And Amos' doppelganger seems to agree on both counts — that Voryn's doppelganger's speech is kinda ridiculous, but also kinda right, as without preamble it's charging right back at the two of them, fist cocked back at the ready—
Before Amos spots it just in time and uses his own lower posture to headbutt it in the stomach, send it bowling over him and landing hard on the ground. ]
Gravity magic. And I'm really fucking strong. [ Those are his words for Voryn, detailing what he — and by his extension, his doppelganger — are capable of, while he's still got a few spare seconds. ] Might mess you up if you let it hit you, so try not to do that.
[ And then he's off, looking to shatter every mirror he possibly can while still undisturbed by the threats around them. Breaking them with a single punch, charging through them where he can — whatever; he can ignore the mild damage he takes from it if it solves this quick and easy. ]