[ Yeah, he has no idea what this thing is — and figures it's for the best to not really pay too much attention to it. He just saw some reality-warping shit trying to emerge from a mirror before they managed to put a stop to it; this feels like more of the same. Which means as long as he gets to her first, then whatever it is she's doing? Won't actually matter.
So Amos picks up the pace, unloading his clip towards her (or the crow, or whatever) as he does, accuracy less important to him than the brute force of attackattackattack. He tosses the gun right at her head once he's out before focusing on the old trick of making Akua heavier than she actually is in an attempt to root her in place, aiming to tackle her — bring her to the ground, grip her upper arms to pin them and keep her from moving them or doing anything else with her hands if he can. ]
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So Amos picks up the pace, unloading his clip towards her (or the crow, or whatever) as he does, accuracy less important to him than the brute force of attackattackattack. He tosses the gun right at her head once he's out before focusing on the old trick of making Akua heavier than she actually is in an attempt to root her in place, aiming to tackle her — bring her to the ground, grip her upper arms to pin them and keep her from moving them or doing anything else with her hands if he can. ]