[ Still heaving, every pull of air felt like acid in his lungs, burning the whole way down. It was like when he'd burst forth from the depths, heaving and fighting -- and from the look in his eye, he'd be fighting for his life. He was no stranger, thankfully.
Acrid air in his lungs, his twin gaze fixed on the personification of everything he hated about his world -- He waited until he was close, and he lunged, right for his middle, to disrupt his attack. He slid as he went, feet still uncoordinated as he slipped against the floor, his feet tumbled, and he struggled, pushing, like trying to find purchase against viscera.
He managed to slide into him, his lean arm out to try to send him slipping too, hatred burning in that single glowing eye, the other to match, as he tried to set him off balance, before the man had the chance to stab him with the rock. He'd need a weapon himself, but he needed Talis to be down in the muck with him, first, lest he had the advantage. ]
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Acrid air in his lungs, his twin gaze fixed on the personification of everything he hated about his world -- He waited until he was close, and he lunged, right for his middle, to disrupt his attack. He slid as he went, feet still uncoordinated as he slipped against the floor, his feet tumbled, and he struggled, pushing, like trying to find purchase against viscera.
He managed to slide into him, his lean arm out to try to send him slipping too, hatred burning in that single glowing eye, the other to match, as he tried to set him off balance, before the man had the chance to stab him with the rock. He'd need a weapon himself, but he needed Talis to be down in the muck with him, first, lest he had the advantage. ]