[ As Luo Binghe scurries away from the chaos, all J sees from above as he circles the sky is a small figure moving in a way that suggests something is amiss. No Aions have shown the ability to de-age themselves, and since he's unable to perceive a fellow Kenoma at his present tier level, the thought doesn't cross his mind.
The most reasonable explanation is that an Achamite child, probably one of the many orphans in this city, somehow wandered too close to the skirmish and got a bit of backlash from the ongoing battle for their mistake. The demon isn't the least bit concerned with the citizens as a whole here, when the world is going to end and wipe them out anyway. But things are a bit different when he stumbles upon someone who, upon first inspection, looks like a dirty child that has crawled out from one of Achamoth's gutters. That hits a little too close to home for even J to ignore. So he lands a short distance away, moving forward quickly to try and scoop Luo Binghe up by grasping him under both arms from behind. ]
Not so fast, munchkin! [ With his stature topping out at seven feet and some change, J's hands are proportional in size. They're large enough to grip tiny arms to prevent them from squirming free entirely, if his captive decides to flail around. ]
What in Heaven's name are you doing out here, you little ankle biter, besides a specular job of bleeding everywhere? [ That mangled leg is not looking so hot right about now. ]
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The most reasonable explanation is that an Achamite child, probably one of the many orphans in this city, somehow wandered too close to the skirmish and got a bit of backlash from the ongoing battle for their mistake. The demon isn't the least bit concerned with the citizens as a whole here, when the world is going to end and wipe them out anyway. But things are a bit different when he stumbles upon someone who, upon first inspection, looks like a dirty child that has crawled out from one of Achamoth's gutters. That hits a little too close to home for even J to ignore. So he lands a short distance away, moving forward quickly to try and scoop Luo Binghe up by grasping him under both arms from behind. ]
Not so fast, munchkin! [ With his stature topping out at seven feet and some change, J's hands are proportional in size. They're large enough to grip tiny arms to prevent them from squirming free entirely, if his captive decides to flail around. ]
What in Heaven's name are you doing out here, you little ankle biter, besides a specular job of bleeding everywhere? [ That mangled leg is not looking so hot right about now. ]