( Shealtiel has been carried in flight often enough now that he's not distracted by the majestic feeling of it. It's not very majestic when you're being pulled up by the leg like some sort of rat, anyway. The rush of adrenaline can help even an angel with pain, it turns out. With a yell, he flails and kicks his free leg, not seeming to care about the risk of being dropped at all. He cares more about being grabbed and carried. )
Let... go!!!
( Kicking, spinning his spear and whacking. She's so sturdy, she's unresponsive, this definitely isn't her. An imposter? No, she knew too much. It didn't feel like someone else before. Something revolving around her fire... Her combat, this dream world... He's slowly piecing bits together, but it's not helping him right now. )
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Date: 2023-08-01 05:22 am (UTC)Let... go!!!
( Kicking, spinning his spear and whacking. She's so sturdy, she's unresponsive, this definitely isn't her. An imposter? No, she knew too much. It didn't feel like someone else before. Something revolving around her fire... Her combat, this dream world... He's slowly piecing bits together, but it's not helping him right now. )