Even moreso than everyone else, the enraged scream knocks him off balance, the noise slamming into his sensitive ears and laying him nearly flat on the ground. Whatever cry of pain he makes is lost underneath the din of the continued melee. His gun clatters to the ground shortly before his knees do, though the pain that radiates upwards from that particular injury is nothing compared to the pain that rattles through his skull.
By the time the ringing subsides and his vision finally clears, the scene before him is even more of a mess than before. The bright light from before still remains, despite the still upright walls of the storehouse blocking out the sun. Worse is the multitude of wings shimmering in the air, their translucent shapes causing him to flinch involuntarily as he remembers the last time he'd ended up in proximity to too many feathers all clustered together.
Though Ryunosuke writhes in pain not too far away, his attenion is focused entirely on—not Estinien, but the entity that must surely be inhibiting his body now, one Eustace would have liked to avoid for quite a few months more. He's always been quick but the entity is quicker, and he's still mid-motion trying to pick his gun back up again when it strikes first the earth, and then Makoto and Silco in quick succession.
Fuck. Not this (shit) again.
His heart drops into the pit of his stomach when it turns its attentions towards Gen - Gen, who he had promised to watch over and protect - and it's then that he throws his own personal safety back out the window and points his gun, now back in his hand, towards the glowing figure now impaling Gen with its spear. Shooting the thing hadn't worked last time but it's not like he has any better option now. The barrel of his gun sparks and crackles, lightning once again erupting forth in a clean trajectory towards its target, only this time much more powerful and violent in scope.
moseys back on in, sorry guys
By the time the ringing subsides and his vision finally clears, the scene before him is even more of a mess than before. The bright light from before still remains, despite the still upright walls of the storehouse blocking out the sun. Worse is the multitude of wings shimmering in the air, their translucent shapes causing him to flinch involuntarily as he remembers the last time he'd ended up in proximity to too many feathers all clustered together.
Though Ryunosuke writhes in pain not too far away, his attenion is focused entirely on—not Estinien, but the entity that must surely be inhibiting his body now, one Eustace would have liked to avoid for quite a few months more. He's always been quick but the entity is quicker, and he's still mid-motion trying to pick his gun back up again when it strikes first the earth, and then Makoto and Silco in quick succession.
Fuck. Not this (shit) again.
His heart drops into the pit of his stomach when it turns its attentions towards Gen - Gen, who he had promised to watch over and protect - and it's then that he throws his own personal safety back out the window and points his gun, now back in his hand, towards the glowing figure now impaling Gen with its spear. Shooting the thing hadn't worked last time but it's not like he has any better option now. The barrel of his gun sparks and crackles, lightning once again erupting forth in a clean trajectory towards its target, only this time much more powerful and violent in scope.