[ Battle, as it always is, is a rush of emotions and jagged flashes of moments that will only be strung together in memories later. For the moment his focus is on the now, the immediate, ignoring what has come before, barely thinking of the future. He just needs to follow their plan and hope that it's enough. He can feel the strength in Vander's body as the great mass struggles to move - and he sees Childe go darting back out of reach. That makes him (and Amos) the next likely targets.
So he'd better do his part.
He can smell the blood and the sweat, can feel the strain in his muscles. There's a grunt from him, a noise of exertion and power, and he puts his great strength and weight into his weapon, shoving it deeper and deeper, trying to pass it entirely through the other man and into the ground beneath him. There's a spurt of warm, steaming blood and he can practically taste it on his tongue and lips. His voice rises in a low murmur. ]
I'm sorry, Vander-
[ But he does it all the same, because it has to be done. ]
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So he'd better do his part.
He can smell the blood and the sweat, can feel the strain in his muscles. There's a grunt from him, a noise of exertion and power, and he puts his great strength and weight into his weapon, shoving it deeper and deeper, trying to pass it entirely through the other man and into the ground beneath him. There's a spurt of warm, steaming blood and he can practically taste it on his tongue and lips. His voice rises in a low murmur. ]
I'm sorry, Vander-
[ But he does it all the same, because it has to be done. ]