[The tables have turned on him here, and all he can do is snarl and flail at every flash of movement, every glimpse of another body. He would revel in the chaos of it if it weren’t for the precarious position it has already put him in. Each jolting shock of Childe’s weapons do their job of further staggering him, but at the cost of further turning up the dial on his blind and now confused rage.
He is noticeably more sluggish when he snaps for the younger Shard-bearer again, and with as hard enough as it is at this angle and amidst this press of bodies, his teeth find nothing but open air to sink into. Particularly when Childe maneuvers to pull himself out of reach and Amos suddenly relinquishes the iron hold he’s had on his arms this entire time.
The momentum and the shift of the Zenite’s ever-changing weapon do their job of throwing off Vander’s balance, allowing Dimitri’s impressive strength to sink his own spear further into Vander’s side and drive him into the dirt. Practically pinned in place, his vision swims and it takes every last remaining ounce of that rage that’s been pushing him forward here to keep himself conscious despite it.
A pained growl rises from his chest, and dazed, he makes a feeble attempt at swinging at whatever movement suddenly draws within eyesight, but it’s uncoordinated and lacking the same fervor of his earlier swipes.]
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He is noticeably more sluggish when he snaps for the younger Shard-bearer again, and with as hard enough as it is at this angle and amidst this press of bodies, his teeth find nothing but open air to sink into. Particularly when Childe maneuvers to pull himself out of reach and Amos suddenly relinquishes the iron hold he’s had on his arms this entire time.
The momentum and the shift of the Zenite’s ever-changing weapon do their job of throwing off Vander’s balance, allowing Dimitri’s impressive strength to sink his own spear further into Vander’s side and drive him into the dirt. Practically pinned in place, his vision swims and it takes every last remaining ounce of that rage that’s been pushing him forward here to keep himself conscious despite it.
A pained growl rises from his chest, and dazed, he makes a feeble attempt at swinging at whatever movement suddenly draws within eyesight, but it’s uncoordinated and lacking the same fervor of his earlier swipes.]