[ 'Keep him distracted,' he says, as if he doesn't realize how impossible that feels right now.
Despite their collective attempts, all they've done is slow Amos down, getting nowhere close to truly putting a stop to this rampage. The last time he was in this kind of situation, there was no way out of it other than to fight back until there was no longer a threat, but the threat here is someone he trusts, someone they all trust, so even just the idea of defending themselves is more than enough to make anyone hesitate. He tries not to. He wills his own emotions to smooth themselves out just so he stops contributing to the mess that is being broadcasted over their empathic connection.
Like frost over morning dew, he waits for the tension to leave him before steeling his resolve. Misa requires to be looking straight at her target, so they just need to stop Amos from getting to her in any way possible so that she could do her thing. It's a blessing that his own kit is well-suited to slow opponents down, even more so when combined with how Gen is able to call upon the earth to add more obstacles that can provide him with the opening he needs to capture Amos in one go.
At least, that was the plan until he realizes that Amos is headed straight for him this time around. The other two have already moved out of the way, leaving him in plain sight of the man, with nothing, no one, else in between them — until the ground shoots up to slam right against Amos. It's only a split-second window that he takes full advantage of, manifesting a sharp spike in his hand before he drives that into the man's shoulder, letting the cold settle right in. ]
Hey, big guy. [ He can only offer a harrowed smile, one that he's sure Amos wouldn't even care about. ] Aren't you way too close for comfort?
[ Rather than move out of Amos' reach, he remains rooted in the same spot. He hasn't even let go of the spike he'd dug into the man's shoulder just so he can infuse more cryo into it, allowing frost to spread out from there with the intent of freezing him gradually. There's another way he can make this go quicker, and that's by letting Amos grab ahold of him, sharp claws be damned. It's dangerous, yeah, downright insane, but it's a risk he's willing to take especially when the odds are stacked against them. He latches onto one of Amos' arms, and from there, spikes of ice crawling from his palm.
Is he trying to freeze both of them in one go? Absolutely. He knows he can rely on Misa and Gen to make good use of the time he's given them now. ]
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Despite their collective attempts, all they've done is slow Amos down, getting nowhere close to truly putting a stop to this rampage. The last time he was in this kind of situation, there was no way out of it other than to fight back until there was no longer a threat, but the threat here is someone he trusts, someone they all trust, so even just the idea of defending themselves is more than enough to make anyone hesitate. He tries not to. He wills his own emotions to smooth themselves out just so he stops contributing to the mess that is being broadcasted over their empathic connection.
Like frost over morning dew, he waits for the tension to leave him before steeling his resolve. Misa requires to be looking straight at her target, so they just need to stop Amos from getting to her in any way possible so that she could do her thing. It's a blessing that his own kit is well-suited to slow opponents down, even more so when combined with how Gen is able to call upon the earth to add more obstacles that can provide him with the opening he needs to capture Amos in one go.
At least, that was the plan until he realizes that Amos is headed straight for him this time around. The other two have already moved out of the way, leaving him in plain sight of the man, with nothing, no one, else in between them — until the ground shoots up to slam right against Amos. It's only a split-second window that he takes full advantage of, manifesting a sharp spike in his hand before he drives that into the man's shoulder, letting the cold settle right in. ]
Hey, big guy. [ He can only offer a harrowed smile, one that he's sure Amos wouldn't even care about. ] Aren't you way too close for comfort?
[ Rather than move out of Amos' reach, he remains rooted in the same spot. He hasn't even let go of the spike he'd dug into the man's shoulder just so he can infuse more cryo into it, allowing frost to spread out from there with the intent of freezing him gradually. There's another way he can make this go quicker, and that's by letting Amos grab ahold of him, sharp claws be damned. It's dangerous, yeah, downright insane, but it's a risk he's willing to take especially when the odds are stacked against them. He latches onto one of Amos' arms, and from there, spikes of ice crawling from his palm.
Is he trying to freeze both of them in one go? Absolutely. He knows he can rely on Misa and Gen to make good use of the time he's given them now. ]