[The added strength to the blasts is unexpected but not unwelcome; as Altius watches the creature fall, his hand leaves the young man's head, but his other remains on the shoulder. He's clearly got it covered.
It thuds to the ground, and more dust from the wreckage falls from above. Once it's obvious his judgment was correct, his eyes turn away from the doomed creature to the glowing red of those beams, and then once they're gone, the mutant that's their source.
Though the strain in his quiet voice is genuine, so is the underlying surety.]
Good.
[He lets himself fall to his side, elbow no longer supporting him, and takes a moment to breathe before assessing. Fractured rib, leg lacerations, sprained ankle. His lower half is pinned beneath the rubble; the swelling is going to be unpleasant, but necessary to follow through with his ruse. People would notice an unnaturally quick recovery.
His eyes go to the boy. Scott certainly seems to be no worse than nervous—understandable, given everything—but it would be amiss to not make sure.]
... Are you alright?
[Altius hadn't missed the clear worry in his face, even if he'd only caught a glance of it in his focus on the task. He's starting to get something like a solid picture of the lad, and it's one he can't say he dislikes.]
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It thuds to the ground, and more dust from the wreckage falls from above. Once it's obvious his judgment was correct, his eyes turn away from the doomed creature to the glowing red of those beams, and then once they're gone, the mutant that's their source.
Though the strain in his quiet voice is genuine, so is the underlying surety.]
Good.
[He lets himself fall to his side, elbow no longer supporting him, and takes a moment to breathe before assessing. Fractured rib, leg lacerations, sprained ankle. His lower half is pinned beneath the rubble; the swelling is going to be unpleasant, but necessary to follow through with his ruse. People would notice an unnaturally quick recovery.
His eyes go to the boy. Scott certainly seems to be no worse than nervous—understandable, given everything—but it would be amiss to not make sure.]
... Are you alright?
[Altius hadn't missed the clear worry in his face, even if he'd only caught a glance of it in his focus on the task. He's starting to get something like a solid picture of the lad, and it's one he can't say he dislikes.]