[ Amos matches the doppelganger's expression, feral anger and laugh countered by a low growl emanating from his throat. A restrained sort of violence turning tangible, its threats going over his head, because all there is is killing it and killing it now.
He was told to grab a necklace, so he grabs the necklace, putting everything he has in him to wrench it from it. Let the metal chain dig into its skin before it snaps, before he's holding it in his fist, pushing the doppelganger back and crushing its necklace in his hand with everything he has in him.
He thinks he feels something fracture and, not letting up, calls out to the real Akua elsewhere in the hall, ] We looking good?
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He was told to grab a necklace, so he grabs the necklace, putting everything he has in him to wrench it from it. Let the metal chain dig into its skin before it snaps, before he's holding it in his fist, pushing the doppelganger back and crushing its necklace in his hand with everything he has in him.
He thinks he feels something fracture and, not letting up, calls out to the real Akua elsewhere in the hall, ] We looking good?
[ This is it, right? This has gotta be it. ]