[ Overconfident. Amos continues towards her as she pulls some of her sand out. A warning, he figures, to go with her words. That Akua has grown since then, that she's learned since then — even though her past self's methods seemed to have her at least somewhat stressed out.
But if she doesn't want him to take her lightly, then he won't. Without breaking his own stride, he pulls a bit of his own sand out. Something small, he figures, as he closes the gap. Small, and quick, and something he won't really miss.
A pistol forms in his hand, and without missing a beat he pulls the trigger, aiming for her centre of mass. It's all accomplished in one quick movement, Amos counting on his spontaneity — not to mention the fact that he doubts Akua knows what a gun is — to get the job done for him, give him that leg up he needs.
At the very least, he's good with attacking first. Whatever her responses is, at least there'll be no more of this posturing bullshit. ]
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[ Overconfident. Amos continues towards her as she pulls some of her sand out. A warning, he figures, to go with her words. That Akua has grown since then, that she's learned since then — even though her past self's methods seemed to have her at least somewhat stressed out.
But if she doesn't want him to take her lightly, then he won't. Without breaking his own stride, he pulls a bit of his own sand out. Something small, he figures, as he closes the gap. Small, and quick, and something he won't really miss.
A pistol forms in his hand, and without missing a beat he pulls the trigger, aiming for her centre of mass. It's all accomplished in one quick movement, Amos counting on his spontaneity — not to mention the fact that he doubts Akua knows what a gun is — to get the job done for him, give him that leg up he needs.
At the very least, he's good with attacking first. Whatever her responses is, at least there'll be no more of this posturing bullshit. ]