[ it's not the first time a beast has attempted to eat one of of his friends, or charges. Maxima is no trembling child, no partymate cut off from the rest of them as a monster looms overhead--but the jittering fear still strokes the embers of his ire right back up, exhaustion driven down once more as he clamors to his feet
but Maxima's skin painted red sends a tremor through his fingers and he grasps his borrowed bow like it's the only tether he's got in the world rapidly shifting to the side--
and then Lighter taunts the creature, bringing it away in pursuit--and more importantly, positioning the thing where there's not a friend to be fired upon. he steels himself as the creature lunges for Lighter and gets a maw full of ice for its trouble, running his thumb over the button that makes the bowstring sing to life with electricity.
he doesn't need anything fancy. just a straight shot that he pulls and holds as the extent of his ability to manipulate aether does its work, the arrow pulsing light and crackling lightning as he lets Dormant Tide resonate and amplify--and then he looses the shot, aimed for the back of the serpent's head, face all concentration and lethal intent as the arrow strikes true in the thing's skull and bursts, light and lighting crackling bright on impact (18).
the snake thrashes, bloodied maw gaping as it coils through it's death throes, and Ghilley lets his posture relax, thumb flicking the toggle for the electric string. ]
Motherfucking snakes in my motherfucking fortress. [ it's a mutter to himself, rolling his shoulders as he drops out of his stance and makes his way towards Maxima. he's not... good at the care thing, but he can stand back a little ways and look suitably constipated about it? ]
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but Maxima's skin painted red sends a tremor through his fingers and he grasps his borrowed bow like it's the only tether he's got in the world rapidly shifting to the side--
and then Lighter taunts the creature, bringing it away in pursuit--and more importantly, positioning the thing where there's not a friend to be fired upon. he steels himself as the creature lunges for Lighter and gets a maw full of ice for its trouble, running his thumb over the button that makes the bowstring sing to life with electricity.
he doesn't need anything fancy. just a straight shot that he pulls and holds as the extent of his ability to manipulate aether does its work, the arrow pulsing light and crackling lightning as he lets Dormant Tide resonate and amplify--and then he looses the shot, aimed for the back of the serpent's head, face all concentration and lethal intent as the arrow strikes true in the thing's skull and bursts, light and lighting crackling bright on impact (18).
the snake thrashes, bloodied maw gaping as it coils through it's death throes, and Ghilley lets his posture relax, thumb flicking the toggle for the electric string. ]
Motherfucking snakes in my motherfucking fortress. [ it's a mutter to himself, rolling his shoulders as he drops out of his stance and makes his way towards Maxima. he's not... good at the care thing, but he can stand back a little ways and look suitably constipated about it? ]