It takes him a split second after screeching to a halt at the edges of the scene to even understand what he's looking. That earsplitting roar hadn't been difficult to recognize, of course -- it's the last thing he remembers hearing in Venera for a while before his eardrums had been blown out, leaving his foggy memories of this city stained with a persistent tinnitus ringing throughout -- and he knows to expect Estinien's presence when he heads towards the scene of all the chaos. But everything else ...
... honestly, it all just makes him want to turn around and leave.
Kaeya's body lying limp on the ground, a vivid streak of blood directing the eye right towards that insufferable fuck. The prisoners, who he barely gives a shit about, seemingly freed from their bindings. And that shape flying overhead, backlit starkly by an incoming swell of flames, recognizable mostly thanks to the curve of those massive wings -- M. The thought occurs to him that maybe he should stay just long enough to watch M get roasted to a crisp, then leave before anyone spots him and he gets embroiled in this mess. He really, truly does entertain that option.
Right until the grind of dirt under bootsoles just off to his side reminds him that he hadn't come here alone -- he'd run into Eustace on the way to dashing to this scene. Eustace, who's probably still wearing that stupid, stoic, stony expression on his face even as he looks at this absolute mess. Eustace, who would probably promptly intervene to save those ungrateful asses, costs be damned, because he's a soldier or whatever. Eustace ... who he thinks is obnoxious in many ways, but who had offered him his support to no personal gain.
-- aah, fuck.
This is mostly for Eustace's sake, Gen tells himself as he takes a sharp breath, then lunges forth. If Eustace weren't here, then he would have done a 180 and left. This is fucking stupid. If this goes badly, he's going to blame Eustace for it. But this is what Eustace is probably expecting from him, so --
Gen snarls as he gives a wide swipe of his arm, the motion swinging wide and weighty like he's hurling a heavy object. And while his hand is empty, something does go hurtling Makoto's way: a chunk of the ground ripped out from below him, sent flying upward to intercept the path of the incoming fireball. Dirt and rocks explode in the path of the flames, enveloping Makoto in a cloud of dust; it's an inelegant solution, and while Makoto will probably be left filthy, covered in soot and singed by embers in the wake of that intervention, at least he'll emerge in one piece.
Too bad the dustcloud hiding Makoto from view in that moment probably means Estinien's eyes are naturally drawn to the interlopers who have entered the scene.
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... honestly, it all just makes him want to turn around and leave.
Kaeya's body lying limp on the ground, a vivid streak of blood directing the eye right towards that insufferable fuck. The prisoners, who he barely gives a shit about, seemingly freed from their bindings. And that shape flying overhead, backlit starkly by an incoming swell of flames, recognizable mostly thanks to the curve of those massive wings -- M. The thought occurs to him that maybe he should stay just long enough to watch M get roasted to a crisp, then leave before anyone spots him and he gets embroiled in this mess. He really, truly does entertain that option.
Right until the grind of dirt under bootsoles just off to his side reminds him that he hadn't come here alone -- he'd run into Eustace on the way to dashing to this scene. Eustace, who's probably still wearing that stupid, stoic, stony expression on his face even as he looks at this absolute mess. Eustace, who would probably promptly intervene to save those ungrateful asses, costs be damned, because he's a soldier or whatever. Eustace ... who he thinks is obnoxious in many ways, but who had offered him his support to no personal gain.
-- aah, fuck.
This is mostly for Eustace's sake, Gen tells himself as he takes a sharp breath, then lunges forth. If Eustace weren't here, then he would have done a 180 and left. This is fucking stupid. If this goes badly, he's going to blame Eustace for it. But this is what Eustace is probably expecting from him, so --
Gen snarls as he gives a wide swipe of his arm, the motion swinging wide and weighty like he's hurling a heavy object. And while his hand is empty, something does go hurtling Makoto's way: a chunk of the ground ripped out from below him, sent flying upward to intercept the path of the incoming fireball. Dirt and rocks explode in the path of the flames, enveloping Makoto in a cloud of dust; it's an inelegant solution, and while Makoto will probably be left filthy, covered in soot and singed by embers in the wake of that intervention, at least he'll emerge in one piece.
Too bad the dustcloud hiding Makoto from view in that moment probably means Estinien's eyes are naturally drawn to the interlopers who have entered the scene.