[ The relief he feels as Estinien lets Aerith go, as she inadvertently ends up closer to him, is nearly palpable — at least until fire is literally being spit at him and oh, what the fuck.
Amos gives a small yell of shock as it hits him, its force sending him back a little ways, the blunt trauma of it something he needs to take a couple of seconds to recover from, the pain having to fade into the background rather than leave him entirely. He has to switch to standing on one foot momentarily to quickly beat out the boot that had taken the worst of the damage. It's impeding, it's frustrating; it's not totally debilitating.
And she's away from him now, which means Amos really doesn't have any reason to hold back. ]
My wretched— [ Amos starts out in disbelief at the choice of words, stalking towards Estinien. All he has going for him at this time is close-range combat, and he'll keep exhausting himself with manipulating gravity around him, trying to keep him pinned to the ground until he's close enough to land a good hit, hopefully end this. ]
I'm here to help people like you! [ he calls back to Aerith, though he can't take his eyes off of Estinien, trying to weigh him down, trying to see if he can create an opening for himself. ] My kind is trying to create a better world; his kind wants people to keep suffering. You don't want to be with him!
[ He circles around as he does his best to approach Estinien without taking another hit, gravity fluctuating too much with inexperience; Amos aiming to place his body between the two of them regardless. ]
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Amos gives a small yell of shock as it hits him, its force sending him back a little ways, the blunt trauma of it something he needs to take a couple of seconds to recover from, the pain having to fade into the background rather than leave him entirely. He has to switch to standing on one foot momentarily to quickly beat out the boot that had taken the worst of the damage. It's impeding, it's frustrating; it's not totally debilitating.
And she's away from him now, which means Amos really doesn't have any reason to hold back. ]
My wretched— [ Amos starts out in disbelief at the choice of words, stalking towards Estinien. All he has going for him at this time is close-range combat, and he'll keep exhausting himself with manipulating gravity around him, trying to keep him pinned to the ground until he's close enough to land a good hit, hopefully end this. ]
I'm here to help people like you! [ he calls back to Aerith, though he can't take his eyes off of Estinien, trying to weigh him down, trying to see if he can create an opening for himself. ] My kind is trying to create a better world; his kind wants people to keep suffering. You don't want to be with him!
[ He circles around as he does his best to approach Estinien without taking another hit, gravity fluctuating too much with inexperience; Amos aiming to place his body between the two of them regardless. ]