He was feeling incredibly pleased with himself and the imagined smirk was present on his face, as Silco's feet slowly stepped backward, moving a few feet back, aiming to leave and get out of harm's way -- as it so often was with him. He could scamper out and away as fast as his legs could carry him, and the way he looked away, was enough for him to miss the focus being drawn to him. When he turned his head, and focused a jet-black eye -- his iris tinged with pink now, a shimmering neon, strikingly similar to the drug he'd just given to Amos and Makoto -- he turned it toward the Sanctifier -- It, and he felt fear.
It was not focused on the battle.
It was looking at him.
He didn't have time to move -- certainly not at the speed the thing was coming for him -- and he was struck with surprise when Sebastian picked him up, still too shocked to struggle much, other than a petulant -- "What are you --"
And he was thrown -- like a weapon off into the distance. Far enough away, and in the wrong direction that he couldn't even see Sebastian take the hit for him, although with the wind rushing by, it doesn't keep the sound of the tail when it smashed into Sebastian like a club.
He lifted his arms to protect his face -- it's taken enough hits in his life -- before he felt something like water catch him. It's not quite that, and his landing is violent as he crashed into a festive pro-Regent display of party favors. His body flipped over, feet over head, and he struggled violently against the watery...stuff. His eyes tracked -- looking through the dissipating black mist as he tried to right himself, breathing heavy, heart pounding -- vision swimming from it all, he looked toward the thing, to see if their efforts had paid off.
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It was not focused on the battle.
It was looking at him.
He didn't have time to move -- certainly not at the speed the thing was coming for him -- and he was struck with surprise when Sebastian picked him up, still too shocked to struggle much, other than a petulant -- "What are you --"
And he was thrown -- like a weapon off into the distance. Far enough away, and in the wrong direction that he couldn't even see Sebastian take the hit for him, although with the wind rushing by, it doesn't keep the sound of the tail when it smashed into Sebastian like a club.
He lifted his arms to protect his face -- it's taken enough hits in his life -- before he felt something like water catch him. It's not quite that, and his landing is violent as he crashed into a festive pro-Regent display of party favors. His body flipped over, feet over head, and he struggled violently against the watery...stuff. His eyes tracked -- looking through the dissipating black mist as he tried to right himself, breathing heavy, heart pounding -- vision swimming from it all, he looked toward the thing, to see if their efforts had paid off.