Typically when Amos' heart pounds with adrenaline it's something welcome. He feels at home in the midst of a fight; peaceful when surrounded by, inflicting violence. His body's fight or flight response almost always gears towards the former, and it's something he can embrace, if not outright enjoy.
His body is kind of telling him that he should flee. He doesn't know what this thing is, he can't hurt it, it's reaching out to touch him and maybe nothing is happening right now but he doesn't know if that's going to stay the case.
Amos feels Dextera's sentiments right at the same time his panic spikes, any feedback he might have had in return drowned out by sheer horror. He's afraid of this. He's afraid of something else entirely.
With a yell he reaches up to slice through the tentacles latching hold of him, backing away whether he was able to sever them or not. It's just a question of how far away he can get, eyes firmly on that thing, Dextera nearly forgotten in his growing alarm. ]
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Typically when Amos' heart pounds with adrenaline it's something welcome. He feels at home in the midst of a fight; peaceful when surrounded by, inflicting violence. His body's fight or flight response almost always gears towards the former, and it's something he can embrace, if not outright enjoy.
His body is kind of telling him that he should flee. He doesn't know what this thing is, he can't hurt it, it's reaching out to touch him and maybe nothing is happening right now but he doesn't know if that's going to stay the case.
Amos feels Dextera's sentiments right at the same time his panic spikes, any feedback he might have had in return drowned out by sheer horror. He's afraid of this. He's afraid of something else entirely.
With a yell he reaches up to slice through the tentacles latching hold of him, backing away whether he was able to sever them or not. It's just a question of how far away he can get, eyes firmly on that thing, Dextera nearly forgotten in his growing alarm. ]