The lightning, predictably, does little in bringing the creature to his knees. He has enough time to catch the sight of the blinding shape turning towards him, and enough time to thrust up his gun in an attempt to block whatever attack might be thrown in his direction.
Of course, that too does nothing. The form blurs as it approaches with startling speed—and then vanishes? At least, he no longer sees it before him, Eustace blinking in confusion for the space of a second before agonizing pain sears through his core and sends him collapsing forward again, gun tumbling out as his hands slam against the ground, debris and jagged rock cutting into the flesh of his palms.
Once again he's left gasping for breath, tears of pain blurring the edges of his vision as he tries to wrest back control of his various senses all going haywire. (Dimly, he can sense that there's something wrong, that there's an upset of the usual balance of the emotions and Kenoma presence inside him, but there's so little time to worry about that now.) He's been through worse before, or at least just as bad. If he can't pull himself together now, for both himself and his teammates, then what the fuck good is he?
The sound of an entire wall dislodging from its foundation drags him back to his feet, his head swinging around to try and frantically survey the chaos still spiraling around him. There's the brick wall tumbling down. Gen swaying on his feet, looking on the brink of collapse. Ryunosuke huddled on the ground, his body a mix of mismatched appendages. Thoma, still somehow all in one piece despite the destruction unfolding around him. Makoto, up in the air with a metal beam clutched between his hands. Eustace makes his choice. He sprints towards Gen, grabbing one wrist with his free hand to try and drag the boy towards the nearest exit, whether it be an actual door or an opening left behind by a destroyed wall.
"We need to go!"
He can only pray Makoto distracts the being long enough for him to get Gen to safety.
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Of course, that too does nothing. The form blurs as it approaches with startling speed—and then vanishes? At least, he no longer sees it before him, Eustace blinking in confusion for the space of a second before agonizing pain sears through his core and sends him collapsing forward again, gun tumbling out as his hands slam against the ground, debris and jagged rock cutting into the flesh of his palms.
Once again he's left gasping for breath, tears of pain blurring the edges of his vision as he tries to wrest back control of his various senses all going haywire. (Dimly, he can sense that there's something wrong, that there's an upset of the usual balance of the emotions and Kenoma presence inside him, but there's so little time to worry about that now.) He's been through worse before, or at least just as bad. If he can't pull himself together now, for both himself and his teammates, then what the fuck good is he?
The sound of an entire wall dislodging from its foundation drags him back to his feet, his head swinging around to try and frantically survey the chaos still spiraling around him. There's the brick wall tumbling down. Gen swaying on his feet, looking on the brink of collapse. Ryunosuke huddled on the ground, his body a mix of mismatched appendages. Thoma, still somehow all in one piece despite the destruction unfolding around him. Makoto, up in the air with a metal beam clutched between his hands. Eustace makes his choice. He sprints towards Gen, grabbing one wrist with his free hand to try and drag the boy towards the nearest exit, whether it be an actual door or an opening left behind by a destroyed wall.
"We need to go!"
He can only pray Makoto distracts the being long enough for him to get Gen to safety.