[ The shock is recognizable. A novice. Someone not at all used to what actual combat is, somebody who's never had to fight and scrap and claw with every fibre of their being just to stay alive. Not a wild animal ready at any moment's notice to tear someone's throat out and take them down with them. Never a crab that actually managed to scrabble its way to the top of the bucket.
It's a fleeting thought in Amos' brain as he leans back, dodges that wild, panicked, inexperienced swing: Good.
It's also the last thought he has for the next little while that could actually be translated into words.
Because in the time it takes for him to dodge, to put that little bit of separation between him and Rand, Rand gets his opening — one he never saw coming, would have never known to expect. He's only seen something like it from him once before, in the Regent's courtroom, which was decidedly more structured than this. In the here and now, he's focused on traditional fighting, what he actually knows, and therefore, his focus is on the sword.
Not above him.
Not when lightning strikes him and courses through his body, stopping it in place, sending him to the ground. His heart stops for a second; everything goes black.
His heart starts back up. It's only been a second or two. When Amos opens his eyes again everything is red, a fury overtaking every single part of his being that he's never felt before loves craves natural instincts in overdrive seeping into everything that makes him him and he's back up, a cry that's wholly inhuman ripped from his throat as he lunges for Rand again. Before, he'd been thinking capture; now, all he wants is to decimate. ]
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It's a fleeting thought in Amos' brain as he leans back, dodges that wild, panicked, inexperienced swing: Good.
It's also the last thought he has for the next little while that could actually be translated into words.
Because in the time it takes for him to dodge, to put that little bit of separation between him and Rand, Rand gets his opening — one he never saw coming, would have never known to expect. He's only seen something like it from him once before, in the Regent's courtroom, which was decidedly more structured than this. In the here and now, he's focused on traditional fighting, what he actually knows, and therefore, his focus is on the sword.
Not above him.
Not when lightning strikes him and courses through his body, stopping it in place, sending him to the ground. His heart stops for a second; everything goes black.
His heart starts back up. It's only been a second or two. When Amos opens his eyes again everything is red, a fury overtaking every single part of his being that he's never felt before loves craves natural instincts in overdrive seeping into everything that makes him him and he's back up, a cry that's wholly inhuman ripped from his throat as he lunges for Rand again. Before, he'd been thinking capture; now, all he wants is to decimate. ]