Amos has been wrestling with Yuya's presence here since the beginning. Something about it has always sat wrong with him; wouldn't, if they were on the same side, but since Yuya hadn't obliged him in that request... And now the Pleroma have someone else; a little older, still, but—
He's getting conflicting messages here. From the way Yuuta hits him with blunt force rather than piercing. It's almost certainly going to leave a bruise, but it's not lethal. Maybe he can even downplay it to an annoyance at best. (He can't; when this is all over, he's certainly going to have at least one thing to remember Yuuta by.) From the emotions he's picking up from their shared legacy, the way Yuuta does not have that killer instinct.
But then the fact that Yuuta clearly knows what he's doing. Has been in this kind of confrontation before, even though his youth shows on him. In any other scenario, Amos would feel for him; here, he takes it as permission, because he does have a killer instinct. Has had it since he was younger than Yuuta presently is.
Amos had taken his first life at fifteen without much thought. It seemed like the right thing to do, so he did it; quick and easy, someone unsuspecting, a shotgun up close against the chest. The second and third lives he took mere days later had been much more brutal, and he'd taken his fair share of damage along the way. But he'd also learned what it was to be a wild animal, to chew off the foot caught in a trap not so he could escape but so that he could lunge at his attacker and end his life with nothing more than his hands. If he could do it at that age, then surely Yuuta can do something similar at this age, even if he doesn't seem to want to.
Which works to Amos' advantage. So. That's one decision made, then.
Amos brings his arms up to try to block Yuuta's blows, effectively pinned; speed is not in his repertoire. Not like this. He is nothing more than a talented amateur with no filter and blessed with exceptional strength. It's reminiscent of his time in space, which is probably why he'd developed it as an Aion — Belters grow up in lower gravity. Their bones, their muscles, their cardiovascular system, their bodies are all weaker. Unless he ran into someone else from Earth up there (and even then), any time he got into a fight he always had the upper hand, never had to develop anything more. Which is turning into something of a problem here, because it's clear Yuuta outskills him, but when you're born down in the mud you learn to use that to your advantage. Take your blows, because you can take anything; hit back harder than anything they've ever thrown at you.
He leaves an opening for Yuuta, clear as day, in trade for making a grab at the arm controlling the falchion; his other fist pulling back in preparation to nail Yuuta with a worse blow than his first one. Beat him into submission.
It's worked before; as long as he can find a way to sustain everything Yuuta is hitting him with now — and that's not exactly an easy task, but it's one that he thinks he's up for, has no choice but to be up for — then he figures there's no reason it shouldn't work again. Seventeen; a grown adult when he'd been fifteen — in this moment of battle, there's no difference to him. ]
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Amos has been wrestling with Yuya's presence here since the beginning. Something about it has always sat wrong with him; wouldn't, if they were on the same side, but since Yuya hadn't obliged him in that request... And now the Pleroma have someone else; a little older, still, but—
He's getting conflicting messages here. From the way Yuuta hits him with blunt force rather than piercing. It's almost certainly going to leave a bruise, but it's not lethal. Maybe he can even downplay it to an annoyance at best. (He can't; when this is all over, he's certainly going to have at least one thing to remember Yuuta by.) From the emotions he's picking up from their shared legacy, the way Yuuta does not have that killer instinct.
But then the fact that Yuuta clearly knows what he's doing. Has been in this kind of confrontation before, even though his youth shows on him. In any other scenario, Amos would feel for him; here, he takes it as permission, because he does have a killer instinct. Has had it since he was younger than Yuuta presently is.
Amos had taken his first life at fifteen without much thought. It seemed like the right thing to do, so he did it; quick and easy, someone unsuspecting, a shotgun up close against the chest. The second and third lives he took mere days later had been much more brutal, and he'd taken his fair share of damage along the way. But he'd also learned what it was to be a wild animal, to chew off the foot caught in a trap not so he could escape but so that he could lunge at his attacker and end his life with nothing more than his hands. If he could do it at that age, then surely Yuuta can do something similar at this age, even if he doesn't seem to want to.
Which works to Amos' advantage. So. That's one decision made, then.
Amos brings his arms up to try to block Yuuta's blows, effectively pinned; speed is not in his repertoire. Not like this. He is nothing more than a talented amateur with no filter and blessed with exceptional strength. It's reminiscent of his time in space, which is probably why he'd developed it as an Aion — Belters grow up in lower gravity. Their bones, their muscles, their cardiovascular system, their bodies are all weaker. Unless he ran into someone else from Earth up there (and even then), any time he got into a fight he always had the upper hand, never had to develop anything more. Which is turning into something of a problem here, because it's clear Yuuta outskills him, but when you're born down in the mud you learn to use that to your advantage. Take your blows, because you can take anything; hit back harder than anything they've ever thrown at you.
He leaves an opening for Yuuta, clear as day, in trade for making a grab at the arm controlling the falchion; his other fist pulling back in preparation to nail Yuuta with a worse blow than his first one. Beat him into submission.
It's worked before; as long as he can find a way to sustain everything Yuuta is hitting him with now — and that's not exactly an easy task, but it's one that he thinks he's up for, has no choice but to be up for — then he figures there's no reason it shouldn't work again. Seventeen; a grown adult when he'd been fifteen — in this moment of battle, there's no difference to him. ]