After the strike against its eye, Sebastian's attention had been drawn decidedly elsewhere. He's had a particularly vicious encounter with Hayame that had him needing healing from Ciel. A fact he disliked, since it should have been something to just ignore a week prior, but luckily there's little time to dwell on that particular flicker of annoyance. There are Pleroma to keep away from the Kenoma focusing their efforts on the Sanctifier and other such work to do.
He's near Silco when he sees Makoto shoot off towards the dragon after grabbing the ballista, and for little more than just interest to see where the strategy goes, he pauses. It also gives him time to see the Sanctifier focus its attention not on Makoto, but on Silco. The hair bristles on the back of his neck as instinct picks up that it's not Makoto that's going to be bearing the brunt of an attack. A demon could handle this, but as far as Sebastian has been able to tell, Silco is quite mortal. So he pivots on his heel and dashes to him with a speed that's definitely pushing against his limits.
"My apologies for this, Mr. Silco," he says urgently, but there's no further preamble than that before Sebastian simply picks him up as easily as if he didn't weigh a thing. He turns again, like he's going to whisk him away, but he knows that won't help the situation. He'd just be making a target of both of them, since he's not fast enough to get out of the Sanctifier's range quickly.
But he is strong enough to throw Silco.
He lifts Silco up and throws him a lot like one would a javelin, but he does have a small ace up his sleeve, not that Silco would know. Sebastian throws Silco with far more force than should be possible, and the arc is heading towards something to break his fall more effectively than the cobblestone alone. A fountain, a pile of leftover festival debris, anything of the sort. Broken bones are preferable to whatever the Sanctifier has coming, Sebastian figures.
Though just before Silco would hit it, though, a strange, inky black shoots up from the shadowy eaves and catches him, at least partially. The sharply whorled tendrils wrap around Silco, and the sensation on his skin is likely strange and unpleasant, since they don't seem to have any mass, but move across his skin like barely running water. They're not quite strong enough to completely break the fall on their own, but they'll definitely prevent the worst of injuries by cushioning it. And as soon as they do, they dissipate as if into a fine black mist that clears as suddenly as it had appeared.
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After the strike against its eye, Sebastian's attention had been drawn decidedly elsewhere. He's had a particularly vicious encounter with Hayame that had him needing healing from Ciel. A fact he disliked, since it should have been something to just ignore a week prior, but luckily there's little time to dwell on that particular flicker of annoyance. There are Pleroma to keep away from the Kenoma focusing their efforts on the Sanctifier and other such work to do.
He's near Silco when he sees Makoto shoot off towards the dragon after grabbing the ballista, and for little more than just interest to see where the strategy goes, he pauses. It also gives him time to see the Sanctifier focus its attention not on Makoto, but on Silco. The hair bristles on the back of his neck as instinct picks up that it's not Makoto that's going to be bearing the brunt of an attack. A demon could handle this, but as far as Sebastian has been able to tell, Silco is quite mortal. So he pivots on his heel and dashes to him with a speed that's definitely pushing against his limits.
"My apologies for this, Mr. Silco," he says urgently, but there's no further preamble than that before Sebastian simply picks him up as easily as if he didn't weigh a thing. He turns again, like he's going to whisk him away, but he knows that won't help the situation. He'd just be making a target of both of them, since he's not fast enough to get out of the Sanctifier's range quickly.
But he is strong enough to throw Silco.
He lifts Silco up and throws him a lot like one would a javelin, but he does have a small ace up his sleeve, not that Silco would know. Sebastian throws Silco with far more force than should be possible, and the arc is heading towards something to break his fall more effectively than the cobblestone alone. A fountain, a pile of leftover festival debris, anything of the sort. Broken bones are preferable to whatever the Sanctifier has coming, Sebastian figures.
Though just before Silco would hit it, though, a strange, inky black shoots up from the shadowy eaves and catches him, at least partially. The sharply whorled tendrils wrap around Silco, and the sensation on his skin is likely strange and unpleasant, since they don't seem to have any mass, but move across his skin like barely running water. They're not quite strong enough to completely break the fall on their own, but they'll definitely prevent the worst of injuries by cushioning it. And as soon as they do, they dissipate as if into a fine black mist that clears as suddenly as it had appeared.