[ he's quietly begging everyone in his head to please pretend that didn't happen. Please.
Just continue the fight.
And maybe he shouldn't have wished that. Because the fight certainly does continue without so much of a pause--because it happens all at once.
He'd hoped that hiding in shadow and jumping around would be to his advantage. Usually, when fighting alongside Lapis, that was his greatest strength. Being able to hide, strike from the shadows, and disappear.
He's learning today that being in the shadow isn't some ultimate defense. That he can be targeted while in it--something almost every enemy hadn't considered. Shows that he's really fighting against other battle-ready people because...
That cannon of water hits him so hard in the shadow that it sends him flying out of it with a loud and pained shout.
It hurt.
It really hurt, in a nearly head-pounding way--like that high pitched noise you got in your head when you turned on an old tube television. A high pitched squeal that sounded like it was going to split your head apart, and it was all over his body as he's flung out... into the sun. The blast having knocked his mask off, his hood down.
He immediately curls into himself, expecting the harsh, sudden burning and sizzling of skin that comes with contact with the sun. He even makes a sharp, scared cry as he prepared for it. And it doesn't come.
...And he's suddenly mentally out of the battle because he's sitting up and staring at the sky.
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Just continue the fight.
And maybe he shouldn't have wished that. Because the fight certainly does continue without so much of a pause--because it happens all at once.
He'd hoped that hiding in shadow and jumping around would be to his advantage. Usually, when fighting alongside Lapis, that was his greatest strength. Being able to hide, strike from the shadows, and disappear.
He's learning today that being in the shadow isn't some ultimate defense. That he can be targeted while in it--something almost every enemy hadn't considered. Shows that he's really fighting against other battle-ready people because...
That cannon of water hits him so hard in the shadow that it sends him flying out of it with a loud and pained shout.
It hurt.
It really hurt, in a nearly head-pounding way--like that high pitched noise you got in your head when you turned on an old tube television. A high pitched squeal that sounded like it was going to split your head apart, and it was all over his body as he's flung out... into the sun. The blast having knocked his mask off, his hood down.
He immediately curls into himself, expecting the harsh, sudden burning and sizzling of skin that comes with contact with the sun. He even makes a sharp, scared cry as he prepared for it. And it doesn't come.
...And he's suddenly mentally out of the battle because he's sitting up and staring at the sky.
Directly at the sun. ]