[ For one moment he thinks Kaeya's got it. That whatever ice powers he has should be enough to immobilize Amos, or at least stop him long enough for Misa to petrify Amos fully, and then this nightmare will be over. Amos will calm down, go back to being his usual self, and that constant burn of bloodlust shrieking in his ears will cease. Things will work out, right?
-- then Amos hurls Kaeya aside with all the ease of a child throwing aside a broken toy. ]
Shit.
[ The expletive is muttered low only because he doesn't have the breath to waste on shouting it when Amos turns to focus on him, next.
He's barely paying attention to what Misa's doing, to be honest. He can't afford to split his focus like that. Nerves bristling from the sympathetic rage and blood churning with adrenaline, Gen's focus is aimed entirely at following the movements of Amos' claws to predict the arc that they'll trace through the air. And when Amos comes lunging at him, arm cocked back in preparation to gut him like a hunted animal, Gen grits his teeth as he gives a short, controlled swing of the mace. His kinetic vision and reflexes are good, but not that good, and this is essentially a gamble.
Then that bolt of dark magic hits. Amos' movements slow just enough that that ambitious move works out. And just before Amos' blow lands and rip his guts out, the head of his mace shrieks through the air and smashes into those claws.
Vaguely, Gen's aware of the patter of shattered pieces scattering across the ground below him. -- that's progress, right? At least this way, Amos is down one weapon. But too bad there's no real time to bask in relief. After all, breaking those claws hadn't been enough to actually stop the momentum of Amos' furious attack. Which means all Gen can do is steel himself for however it will land on him.
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-- then Amos hurls Kaeya aside with all the ease of a child throwing aside a broken toy. ]
Shit.
[ The expletive is muttered low only because he doesn't have the breath to waste on shouting it when Amos turns to focus on him, next.
He's barely paying attention to what Misa's doing, to be honest. He can't afford to split his focus like that. Nerves bristling from the sympathetic rage and blood churning with adrenaline, Gen's focus is aimed entirely at following the movements of Amos' claws to predict the arc that they'll trace through the air. And when Amos comes lunging at him, arm cocked back in preparation to gut him like a hunted animal, Gen grits his teeth as he gives a short, controlled swing of the mace. His kinetic vision and reflexes are good, but not that good, and this is essentially a gamble.
Then that bolt of dark magic hits. Amos' movements slow just enough that that ambitious move works out. And just before Amos' blow lands and rip his guts out, the head of his mace shrieks through the air and smashes into those claws.
Vaguely, Gen's aware of the patter of shattered pieces scattering across the ground below him. -- that's progress, right? At least this way, Amos is down one weapon. But too bad there's no real time to bask in relief. After all, breaking those claws hadn't been enough to actually stop the momentum of Amos' furious attack. Which means all Gen can do is steel himself for however it will land on him.
This is going to hurt like a bitch, isn't it. ]