[That's enough. He's been bracing for it this entire time, giving Aerith the chance to hear the opposition and know that he doesn't mean to simply whisk her away without objection. Yet, he knows what it looks like when someone is moving with intent. He can see it in Amos clear as day.
He snarls, finally jolting into action. He practically slithers around Aerith from the side, launching himself at Amos with his taloned feet first, as his wings spread and hold him aloft. He's hoping to ward Amos off, to knock him back, without employing any techniques that might catch Aerith in the blast.
Whether or not his talons strike true, he'll be quick to spiral in the air, lashing out with the saw-like spines of his tail. The message is clear: get the hell out of their space.]
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He snarls, finally jolting into action. He practically slithers around Aerith from the side, launching himself at Amos with his taloned feet first, as his wings spread and hold him aloft. He's hoping to ward Amos off, to knock him back, without employing any techniques that might catch Aerith in the blast.
Whether or not his talons strike true, he'll be quick to spiral in the air, lashing out with the saw-like spines of his tail. The message is clear: get the hell out of their space.]