[As Liem takes a hasty step away from the contest of strength going on just a few paces from him, he takes another look at the man now grappling with Amos and experiences a flicker of recognition. He's seen this dapper-suited man earlier, during preparations for the assault, although he hadn't spoken to him then.
When he speaks now, though, his voice is familiar, and he realizes that this is the same man he spoke with just this morning, after sending out his communion message. He's one of Kenoma's new members, and Liem should be helping him. The problem is that Amos is also (usually) an ally, and that almost all of Liem's current skillset is tailored towards killing opponents as efficiently as possible. He has no way of assisting Sebastian that wouldn't involve turning Amos into a giant pincushion.
It's during this perplexing moment that Amos comes tumbling at him, and he knows the moment their eyes meet that he isn't going to get the opportunity to turn anyone into a pincushion, even if he decides he wants to. Liem tenses like a coiled spring, grip tightening on his bow, and when the other man lunges for him, he flings himself out of the way with all the slippery desperation of a wet cat bouncing around a shower stall, twisting past him and back toward Sebastian.]
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When he speaks now, though, his voice is familiar, and he realizes that this is the same man he spoke with just this morning, after sending out his communion message. He's one of Kenoma's new members, and Liem should be helping him. The problem is that Amos is also (usually) an ally, and that almost all of Liem's current skillset is tailored towards killing opponents as efficiently as possible. He has no way of assisting Sebastian that wouldn't involve turning Amos into a giant pincushion.
It's during this perplexing moment that Amos comes tumbling at him, and he knows the moment their eyes meet that he isn't going to get the opportunity to turn anyone into a pincushion, even if he decides he wants to. Liem tenses like a coiled spring, grip tightening on his bow, and when the other man lunges for him, he flings himself out of the way with all the slippery desperation of a wet cat bouncing around a shower stall, twisting past him and back toward Sebastian.]