[He pats her back with his other hand, a tiny sigh of satisfaction escaping him...
until she's ripped out of his arms and back towards the trees, too quickly for him to react
All at once he feels the weight of the air, the chill and the dark and the piercing howls. There's malice in it, something that shouldn't be so palpable yet is. His entire body goes tense in that moment of vivid dread, adrenaline pumping, turning around to try and face the direction of a yet-unseen threat.
He holds out an arm—a silent command for his trailing Dynamo to go straight to Nene's side—and calls two more drones from within his coat... but they fly too low, too sluggish, their energy already spent from something he can't even recall. His jaw is locked shut into a composed glare but deep down in his heart he knows how fucked he is.
the panic in his chest builds, drones drawn tightly to his sides. what is he supposed to do? he can't give up here, there has to be something—]
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until she's ripped out of his arms and back towards the trees, too quickly for him to react
All at once he feels the weight of the air, the chill and the dark and the piercing howls. There's malice in it, something that shouldn't be so palpable yet is. His entire body goes tense in that moment of vivid dread, adrenaline pumping, turning around to try and face the direction of a yet-unseen threat.
He holds out an arm—a silent command for his trailing Dynamo to go straight to Nene's side—and calls two more drones from within his coat... but they fly too low, too sluggish, their energy already spent from something he can't even recall. His jaw is locked shut into a composed glare but deep down in his heart he knows how fucked he is.
the panic in his chest builds, drones drawn tightly to his sides. what is he supposed to do? he can't give up here, there has to be something—]