( his stomach drops. nausea strikes him before anything else, the call for help echoing in his ears. onni isn't loud, but he doesn't have to be: his eyes are already on him even before he hits the ground. it all hits him at once, and his feet are already pushing him forward. his wings spread just enough so that he can use them, just a little, to give him a boost.
he won't draw his sword. lio has talons. claws. but most of all? he has momentum. crashing into the shade, he uses all of his might to shove it off and away from onni. with a grunt, the harpy definitely feels something in his shoulder twinge. something not good. it doesn't matter though.
and once the shade is down? he stomps. hard. over and over. those talons on his birdy legs are sharp and relentless. he doesn't stop even as the shadows flicker away and all he's doing is pounding dust and dirt. the dagger lies on the ground, trembling.
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he won't draw his sword. lio has talons. claws. but most of all? he has momentum. crashing into the shade, he uses all of his might to shove it off and away from onni. with a grunt, the harpy definitely feels something in his shoulder twinge. something not good. it doesn't matter though.
and once the shade is down? he stomps. hard. over and over. those talons on his birdy legs are sharp and relentless. he doesn't stop even as the shadows flicker away and all he's doing is pounding dust and dirt. the dagger lies on the ground, trembling.
not elegant, but. it does the job. )