(Starter call) || @fxgue
❝ Aw-- shoot!!❞
Is the only few words he can get out of his mouth as he tumbles forwards, clutching the stone in his hands. The vibration of the attack had not been anticipated maneuvering himself over and onto his back so the stone couldn’t be crushed. The impact is harsh & felt between every bone in his body, wind knocked out of him-- he can’t even begin to process the pain before it spreads ( Piecing, sharp...ouch!!!,), & his hands come up with slow, disconcerting nature, towards the beast that stands just a couple of feet away from his felled position against a rocky wall carpeted with clusters of grass. Knees & legs brunched up to protectively guard his weak spot; fetal position against his chest as he stares on through the mist of the gem’s fluid gold light.
❝Vivi.. ❞
He calls forth outwards into the mist, as if the shudder under a blanket of gallantry in his voice would be heard, from the meters of berth & haze between them. He knows that she is too far away to heed it. even as he tries to openly conduct a much more louder feat of plea in his voice, he is unfortunately not able to, as something slick & dampish tugs under the scuff of his pant leg. Scrutiny in his eyes turn from blinded awareness to shock & unbounded fear as the tug in his pant leg begins to rive up with strength; he struggles to react in time pushing himself backwards and letting a untied shoe kick & protest with little to no signs of victory in their scramble. shoot... ( no no no no no no..) He eyes the rock in his hands, gleaming brightly with a auspicious glow under the hazed sun overtop their heads. He needs to think fast, is it clear as all day ( despite the irony of the weather,) what it is this beast desires, but he’ll be damned before he even lets it claimed victor., so in a flash, as the tendril around his leg begins to creep & tug harder with ease, he pockets it & lets himself get dragged back forward into the mist as it engulfs his vision for just a brief second.
No time to react, no time to to even grab the one weapon he knows he has still held to his person, the only things he can count on to aid him here are with the help of Vi, Wherever she is, she’s probably somewhere outwards in all this mist, away from the monster hopefully, But one can only engaged in that safe sentiment for so long. As he’s pulled in deeper, & the garbled growl of the beat thunders behind him, he grits his teeth, muscling from the tightening grasp of his slippery captor.
❝ Vi, if you’re out there! Now would be a great time to use that spell!!! ❞
