the pepperbox is familiar, and gives vax enough time to try and apply a little pressure to his rapidly bleeding arm, gritting his teeth - it would be a great fucking time to have access to literally any of his lay on hands points - and try to decide what the fuck to do. in full battle mode, he's on high alert, and narrowly dodges the hand, ducking underneath it so smoky fingertips brush over his head, catch his hood but leave him uninjured.
at least he knows this about this type of percy - orthax, possessed, is sloppy.
the roar gets him scrambling. even if the blood loss is not great he's had worse, and his instincts kick in with a move move move move, in a zigzag pattern. he rolls out of the way of the first shot. rolls out of the way of the second. ducks the the third, narrowly, zips out of the way of the fourth so it clips the edge of his cloak and nothing else. fifth nearly gets him, and he shouts - ] Percy! [ this time tinged with the sort of desperation of watching a friend, your brother, practically, succumb to the darkest of his demons.
the sound of the pepperbox cracking in half is almost a fucking blessing. ]
Snap out of it!
[ no blinkback belt this time. he can't just throw this knife - it's all he has - and his powers aren't going to do him shitall worth of good except for the marine one, which means he's going to have to get into close range.
maybe he can talk him out of it. he's not vex, vax has never been so good with his words, and they both need vex'ahlia here so badly but percy is his brother and like fuck he's going to let him down like this again. bleeding, panting, he shouts at him. ]
You fought this! Fight this, you beat it! You're better than this!
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the pepperbox is familiar, and gives vax enough time to try and apply a little pressure to his rapidly bleeding arm, gritting his teeth - it would be a great fucking time to have access to literally any of his lay on hands points - and try to decide what the fuck to do. in full battle mode, he's on high alert, and narrowly dodges the hand, ducking underneath it so smoky fingertips brush over his head, catch his hood but leave him uninjured.
at least he knows this about this type of percy - orthax, possessed, is sloppy.
the roar gets him scrambling. even if the blood loss is not great he's had worse, and his instincts kick in with a move move move move, in a zigzag pattern. he rolls out of the way of the first shot. rolls out of the way of the second. ducks the the third, narrowly, zips out of the way of the fourth so it clips the edge of his cloak and nothing else. fifth nearly gets him, and he shouts - ] Percy! [ this time tinged with the sort of desperation of watching a friend, your brother, practically, succumb to the darkest of his demons.
the sound of the pepperbox cracking in half is almost a fucking blessing. ]
Snap out of it!
[ no blinkback belt this time. he can't just throw this knife - it's all he has - and his powers aren't going to do him shitall worth of good except for the marine one, which means he's going to have to get into close range.
maybe he can talk him out of it. he's not vex, vax has never been so good with his words, and they both need vex'ahlia here so badly but percy is his brother and like fuck he's going to let him down like this again. bleeding, panting, he shouts at him. ]
You fought this! Fight this, you beat it! You're better than this!