[ being held by amos just reaffirms that dextera would never, ever be able to take him in an entirely physical fight. he needs his tricks, he needs these advantages. once they leave here, he doubts he’ll be able to summon one of these creatures again, but amos might expect it and prepare accordingly—every time dextera does something new to him, he’ll have to do something different the next time.
but there will always be a next time. he’ll make sure of that. ]
—!
[ dextera is let go at the critical moment, admittedly frightened by how close he got to loss there. at least fright is shared, and he knows to put distance between them even as he coughs and forces his heart calm again.
the dagger successfully cuts into the flesh of the creature, but it doesn’t bleed. it just rips open a bit, and it seems unharmed otherwise; more than unharmed enough to reach out, latching the hooked tips of its tentacles into amos’ clothes. its strange, tubelike mouth flutters in front of his face, but it mercifully doesn’t seem like it’s going to spit anything on him. in fact, with the slow, gelatinous way it moves, it doesn’t seem immediately evident what it plans, if anything, to do.
dextera doesn’t actually say anything, but there’s a thread in their link nonetheless that feels like confrontation. the mental shove seems to say, “see what I’ve dealt with? and how I still want to bring my world back?” ]
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but there will always be a next time. he’ll make sure of that. ]
—!
[ dextera is let go at the critical moment, admittedly frightened by how close he got to loss there. at least fright is shared, and he knows to put distance between them even as he coughs and forces his heart calm again.
the dagger successfully cuts into the flesh of the creature, but it doesn’t bleed. it just rips open a bit, and it seems unharmed otherwise; more than unharmed enough to reach out, latching the hooked tips of its tentacles into amos’ clothes. its strange, tubelike mouth flutters in front of his face, but it mercifully doesn’t seem like it’s going to spit anything on him. in fact, with the slow, gelatinous way it moves, it doesn’t seem immediately evident what it plans, if anything, to do.
dextera doesn’t actually say anything, but there’s a thread in their link nonetheless that feels like confrontation. the mental shove seems to say, “see what I’ve dealt with? and how I still want to bring my world back?” ]