[There's a moment of give and take. Amos no longer has hold of him, but only because he's refocused his attention on Aerith, and the moment that familiar bottle comes out Estinien goes on full alert. Nothing quite disgusts him like that poison they attack helpless arrivals with, and it doesn't bear hesitation. He lashes out immediately.]
You will not.
[Estinien is behind him near instantly, trying to wrap his scaled arms around Amos's neck, with the intent on hauling him back and up with a powerful beat of his wings. If he can just hurl Amos away, maybe that will be the window they need to escape.]
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You will not.
[Estinien is behind him near instantly, trying to wrap his scaled arms around Amos's neck, with the intent on hauling him back and up with a powerful beat of his wings. If he can just hurl Amos away, maybe that will be the window they need to escape.]