Eustace follows behind Gen, eyes and ears largely focused on sweeping from side to side and behind them. The roar is impossible to miss even from a distance, and there's no telling who else it might have attracted, friend or foe. There's not exactly a bevy of Kenoma Aions guarding the storehouse-turned-temporary-prison, its battered remains coming into view the longer they run, and while he has general faith in Kaeya's ability to protect himself, he's never preferred to leave things solely to chance and the intangible concept of hope.
Once again, he's unloading his gun from his back as he skids to a stop, fully prepared to once again press his finger against the trigger against another set of wings. It's what Flamek was made for, after all, long-range destructive power, ideal against aerial primal beasts—and Estinien looks more beast than man right now, scales wrapping around his body and wings and a tail erupting from behind.
But the sight he takes in - a second pair of wings in the air, Kaeya's bloodied body absent its usual aura, the dark glow surrounding Estinien's hand instead - alters the trajectory of his original plan. Gen, too, makes his decision for him, leaping forward to join in the fray, a rumble of earth all the warning he gets before dust and debris suddenly fill the air like fireworks, masking him momentarily from view.
It's an opportunity and he takes it, shoving his gun back into its holster before dashing towards Kaeya's fallen body. His mouth thins into a grim line at the sight of a single eye still open, a mouth gasping in pain, that arm feebly cutting through the air towards the man holding his very essence in his hands. Sorry to Kaeya who will never make it to his goal, interrupted by Eustace shoving his own hands underneath Kaeya's body and lifting him up into the world's worst princess carry. Beggars can't be choosers and they definitely don't have time now to be picky.
He hates the idea of leaving Makoto and Gen to face off against Estinien alone, but he also needs to get Kaeya to safety before his body gives out. No choice about it. Pitching his voice loud enough to be heard, he shouts out:
"Hold him off until I get back!"
Or someone else gets here, either or. Again, there's not exactly a lot of room to be picky here.
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Once again, he's unloading his gun from his back as he skids to a stop, fully prepared to once again press his finger against the trigger against another set of wings. It's what Flamek was made for, after all, long-range destructive power, ideal against aerial primal beasts—and Estinien looks more beast than man right now, scales wrapping around his body and wings and a tail erupting from behind.
But the sight he takes in - a second pair of wings in the air, Kaeya's bloodied body absent its usual aura, the dark glow surrounding Estinien's hand instead - alters the trajectory of his original plan. Gen, too, makes his decision for him, leaping forward to join in the fray, a rumble of earth all the warning he gets before dust and debris suddenly fill the air like fireworks, masking him momentarily from view.
It's an opportunity and he takes it, shoving his gun back into its holster before dashing towards Kaeya's fallen body. His mouth thins into a grim line at the sight of a single eye still open, a mouth gasping in pain, that arm feebly cutting through the air towards the man holding his very essence in his hands. Sorry to Kaeya who will never make it to his goal, interrupted by Eustace shoving his own hands underneath Kaeya's body and lifting him up into the world's worst princess carry. Beggars can't be choosers and they definitely don't have time now to be picky.
He hates the idea of leaving Makoto and Gen to face off against Estinien alone, but he also needs to get Kaeya to safety before his body gives out. No choice about it. Pitching his voice loud enough to be heard, he shouts out:
"Hold him off until I get back!"
Or someone else gets here, either or. Again, there's not exactly a lot of room to be picky here.