[Scott isn't exactly the first teenage boy he's carried around—and he's quite fit under the suit, thank you very much. If he does happen to double the speed of a dash or two with his magic while Scott's eyes are closed, it's just good strategy in the name of not getting them both killed. Either way, his grip is solid—he's not letting any harm come to this young man now that he's made the decision to put them both in this monster's sight.
Speaking of that: a pained screech rings in their ears, closer than before, and there's a tremendous crash as the thing pitches itself into one of the buildings Altius had chosen as cover moments before.]
After we avoid— [He has to duck under the tumbling bricks and debris.] —getting crushed.
[His tone is hushed; the monster is making a great deal of noise with its stomps and swipes as it looks for them, but there's no telling if its hearing is good enough to detect their voices through all that.]
Stay silent for now. I'll find us another chance.
[It's much harder to determine a building-sized creature's movements and intentions at ground level, he muses. Harder—but not impossible. A building's decorative window has broken in the chaos, and the crinkle of his foot against the edge of glass should be the only sign of his movement inside for now, out of view as they are. He takes the opportunity to lurk in the dark for a brief moment so he can scan the environment and get eyes on their enemy again.
The authorities are still doing their best to get the thing's attention, gauging by the occasional sounds of their weapons, but it's worse than pointless now. Its foot comes into view, cracking the asphalt with its weight. It seems to be tracking their direction at least somewhat—which could be good or bad, but he'll choose to take it as a boon. Better to make it come to them than have to cover any real distance themselves; that would only drag this out further.
The monster draws a ragged breath, and Zekarion can tell from the shift of its weight that it's about to smash its side against the building they've taken these seconds of brief refuge in. He sees an opportunity. A thought occurs to him—
It would be unlikely for a normal man to escape all this unharmed, wouldn't it? No matter how sharp. A rampaging monster attacking him while he's protecting a young man who's practically blind? Add to that how one would look coming out from such a situation, having taken a blow for the purposes of keeping a teenager safe while making sure the greater threat was eliminated...
His dive out of the way of the falling upper floors is just barely too slow, and he's rewarded with a sharp pain in his side and leg. There's the tearing of fabric, the faint smell of (human) blood, and a noise caught in the back of Altius's throat—but Scott should be shielded in his arms from the worst of anything but a few minor scrapes from pieces of brick and drywall. A moment later, the man rolls Scott off of him by the shoulders, pointing him through the broken bricks and past the fallen tilt of flooring at the creature's wound.
If his hands are a little less steady compared to earlier—well, it should still serve well enough to guide Scott's optic blasts.]
Now.
[At this angle and distance, it should have no chance.]
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Speaking of that: a pained screech rings in their ears, closer than before, and there's a tremendous crash as the thing pitches itself into one of the buildings Altius had chosen as cover moments before.]
After we avoid— [He has to duck under the tumbling bricks and debris.] —getting crushed.
[His tone is hushed; the monster is making a great deal of noise with its stomps and swipes as it looks for them, but there's no telling if its hearing is good enough to detect their voices through all that.]
Stay silent for now. I'll find us another chance.
[It's much harder to determine a building-sized creature's movements and intentions at ground level, he muses. Harder—but not impossible. A building's decorative window has broken in the chaos, and the crinkle of his foot against the edge of glass should be the only sign of his movement inside for now, out of view as they are. He takes the opportunity to lurk in the dark for a brief moment so he can scan the environment and get eyes on their enemy again.
The authorities are still doing their best to get the thing's attention, gauging by the occasional sounds of their weapons, but it's worse than pointless now. Its foot comes into view, cracking the asphalt with its weight. It seems to be tracking their direction at least somewhat—which could be good or bad, but he'll choose to take it as a boon. Better to make it come to them than have to cover any real distance themselves; that would only drag this out further.
The monster draws a ragged breath, and Zekarion can tell from the shift of its weight that it's about to smash its side against the building they've taken these seconds of brief refuge in. He sees an opportunity. A thought occurs to him—
It would be unlikely for a normal man to escape all this unharmed, wouldn't it? No matter how sharp. A rampaging monster attacking him while he's protecting a young man who's practically blind? Add to that how one would look coming out from such a situation, having taken a blow for the purposes of keeping a teenager safe while making sure the greater threat was eliminated...
His dive out of the way of the falling upper floors is just barely too slow, and he's rewarded with a sharp pain in his side and leg. There's the tearing of fabric, the faint smell of (human) blood, and a noise caught in the back of Altius's throat—but Scott should be shielded in his arms from the worst of anything but a few minor scrapes from pieces of brick and drywall. A moment later, the man rolls Scott off of him by the shoulders, pointing him through the broken bricks and past the fallen tilt of flooring at the creature's wound.
If his hands are a little less steady compared to earlier—well, it should still serve well enough to guide Scott's optic blasts.]
Now.
[At this angle and distance, it should have no chance.]