Everything happened so fast. It's difficult, between the light of all of their powers, the chaos of Estinien beneath the earth, the bubbles taking hold of different people -- and Silco, behind them all, still stepping away slowly, each step a little faster, as he tried to get out of the worst of it. He's one man, with no power like this, and the chaos makes his head keep twisting back, and forth, trying to make sense of it all.
It's so chaotic, that he almost doesn't get the opportunity to properly appreciate that tell-tale transformation Gen took on, the surge of power, making him twist in pain, his body bulging from the high adrenaline that was once Singed's carefully crafted formula -- and now Silco's own power. Even in all of the chaos, he has to stop, and appreciate it, only a scant few meters away, having made careful steps to ensure he wasn't picked out in all of this.
Silco was, after all, very good at slithering away.
Gen smacked the bubbled little man away -- not sure who that was -- and went after Estinien. He couldn't help the sharp, delighted grin that spread across his face. Better than he'd even expected. If he'd had the foresight, he would have placed a portal to Achamoth right here, and let one of them throw Estinien into the portal, to wither before the Regent's grasp, but alas, he'd not had that ability to guess that they would find themselves in such a predicament. Instead, the dragonic man roared -- and Silco had to clutch his ears, stumbling back a few more steps, clutching at the side of his head, to try and grip his head enough to distract himself from that horrid sound.
But someone was moving through it -- or during it -- and Makoto surprised him, when he appeared next to him, his hand opened to reveal Kaeya's -- shard.
His mouth opened, slightly, before he nodded, and reached out, to grasp his hand, and take his shard.
He smiled, when he did so, noting the man's exhaustion, the way his voice was almost a gasp, and he nodded toward the fight. "I'll take that, and let me give you a little..." a tip of his head, now, almost playful. "Pick-me-up, hm?"
When his hand left Makoto's, Kaeya's shard grasped in his palm, he let his fingers drag on his palm, a final burst of that Shimmer-power to infuse into him. He pulled away, and stood, ran a hand through his hair, one hand clutched Kaeya's shard tight, like if he didn't, he would lose it, or let go. "Now, why don't you give Gen a little bit of backup, before he's the next one to get ripped apart?"
He took a few more steps away, in the direction he thinks he saw Eustace drag Kaeya's body away, carefully trying to slip his way out of the fray, leaving Gen and Makoto to wreak havoc with shimmer in their veins.
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It's so chaotic, that he almost doesn't get the opportunity to properly appreciate that tell-tale transformation Gen took on, the surge of power, making him twist in pain, his body bulging from the high adrenaline that was once Singed's carefully crafted formula -- and now Silco's own power. Even in all of the chaos, he has to stop, and appreciate it, only a scant few meters away, having made careful steps to ensure he wasn't picked out in all of this.
Silco was, after all, very good at slithering away.
Gen smacked the bubbled little man away -- not sure who that was -- and went after Estinien. He couldn't help the sharp, delighted grin that spread across his face. Better than he'd even expected. If he'd had the foresight, he would have placed a portal to Achamoth right here, and let one of them throw Estinien into the portal, to wither before the Regent's grasp, but alas, he'd not had that ability to guess that they would find themselves in such a predicament. Instead, the dragonic man roared -- and Silco had to clutch his ears, stumbling back a few more steps, clutching at the side of his head, to try and grip his head enough to distract himself from that horrid sound.
But someone was moving through it -- or during it -- and Makoto surprised him, when he appeared next to him, his hand opened to reveal Kaeya's -- shard.
His mouth opened, slightly, before he nodded, and reached out, to grasp his hand, and take his shard.
He smiled, when he did so, noting the man's exhaustion, the way his voice was almost a gasp, and he nodded toward the fight. "I'll take that, and let me give you a little..." a tip of his head, now, almost playful. "Pick-me-up, hm?"
When his hand left Makoto's, Kaeya's shard grasped in his palm, he let his fingers drag on his palm, a final burst of that Shimmer-power to infuse into him. He pulled away, and stood, ran a hand through his hair, one hand clutched Kaeya's shard tight, like if he didn't, he would lose it, or let go. "Now, why don't you give Gen a little bit of backup, before he's the next one to get ripped apart?"
He took a few more steps away, in the direction he thinks he saw Eustace drag Kaeya's body away, carefully trying to slip his way out of the fray, leaving Gen and Makoto to wreak havoc with shimmer in their veins.