[ She audibly winces when that heavy blow connects with Gen's chest - though the quick glance she allows herself assuages the worst of her worry, which was that he might've gotten... she doesn't know, punched clean through? It sounds like a preposterous idea in the usual laws of reality, but she has no doubt that Amos has the strength to accomplish such a feat in his current state. Even still, cold, acidic anxiety bolts through her, and in turn, through them all. Because she knows what's about to happen. Kaeya's shoved away, Gen is knocked back, and the next thing she knows—
She's making eye contact with him directly.
Her first instinct is to run - though that is quickly ruled out by her recent memory of how running away did absolutely nothing to work towards saving her life the last time Amos charged at her. Gen and Kaeya won't... they can't intervene this time, can they? Or, she has to do something until they can. Is her only choice to stand her ground...? To wait for Amos to barrel into her, and no doubt rip her apart?
The thought is frightening enough to freeze her legs in place, only managing a shaky half step back from where she stands. Instead, she just tenses her brow, trying with all her might to summon more magic than she had before - thinking that the only way she can escape a gruesome, brutal end is to kill him first. Amos's bloodlust, shared between them, is unrestrained and feral— but Misa's desire to kill answering it in the moment is clear, detached, despite being born from sheer desperation. A means to an end. But there's the panic of the situation, and her inexperience, too, that keeps her from getting the results she wants of her abilities on command. The best she can do is fire off a spell of the same size and density right at the center of his body - and he's so close, that it barely has to travel far. At least it's nearly impossible to miss. Her arm swings out and across herself as she casts it, and she has less than a few seconds to bring it back towards her body in a futile attempt of a guard. ]
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She's making eye contact with him directly.
Her first instinct is to run - though that is quickly ruled out by her recent memory of how running away did absolutely nothing to work towards saving her life the last time Amos charged at her. Gen and Kaeya won't... they can't intervene this time, can they? Or, she has to do something until they can. Is her only choice to stand her ground...? To wait for Amos to barrel into her, and no doubt rip her apart?
The thought is frightening enough to freeze her legs in place, only managing a shaky half step back from where she stands. Instead, she just tenses her brow, trying with all her might to summon more magic than she had before - thinking that the only way she can escape a gruesome, brutal end is to kill him first. Amos's bloodlust, shared between them, is unrestrained and feral— but Misa's desire to kill answering it in the moment is clear, detached, despite being born from sheer desperation. A means to an end. But there's the panic of the situation, and her inexperience, too, that keeps her from getting the results she wants of her abilities on command. The best she can do is fire off a spell of the same size and density right at the center of his body - and he's so close, that it barely has to travel far. At least it's nearly impossible to miss. Her arm swings out and across herself as she casts it, and she has less than a few seconds to bring it back towards her body in a futile attempt of a guard. ]