[ Amos goes straight for Dextera's neck the second he sees an opening, dagger up against it, just above his hourglass. He's got a firm grip on Dextera despite his struggling, but really, Amos recognizes he doesn't need to outright kill him. The blade's proximity is more a method of control than anything else as he dips in, tries to collect Dextera's sand.
He doesn't hear anything. Doesn't suspect anything, even though he knows Dextera has done something. But as long as he's got a hold on him—
He's the one closest to the cephalopod, though, his body shielding Dextera's from it in a perversion of protection. And before he can do anything — between Dextera's struggles and Amos' need to ensure he gets this right — he feels something against his back.
Something that cannot possibly be right.
With a shout of surprise Amos whips around, abandoning Dextera completely as he does, blindly lashing out with his dagger against
he doesn't know what
what the fuck
And through their empathic connection, Dextera will probably feel Amos' own sense of shock (dread), as he doesn't know what is suddenly looming over him, nor how to kill it. ]
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He doesn't hear anything. Doesn't suspect anything, even though he knows Dextera has done something. But as long as he's got a hold on him—
He's the one closest to the cephalopod, though, his body shielding Dextera's from it in a perversion of protection. And before he can do anything — between Dextera's struggles and Amos' need to ensure he gets this right — he feels something against his back.
Something that cannot possibly be right.
With a shout of surprise Amos whips around, abandoning Dextera completely as he does, blindly lashing out with his dagger against
he doesn't know what
what the fuck
And through their empathic connection, Dextera will probably feel Amos' own sense of shock (dread), as he doesn't know what is suddenly looming over him, nor how to kill it. ]