the witch rests a hand on the limbs shielding him now, leaning more heavily than even he realizes. adrenaline can only take a body so far. gratitude seeps in between the cracks, any extra mental energy the man possesses funneled towards that emotion and little else. it's belief realized, after all. he knew, knew that Eren could change. even something as small (monumental when he looks at it) as this...it's enough that his leg doesn't ache quite so terribly.
weary joy can only fly so far, of course, and the drummer truly has taken a beaten during this onslaught. he allows his dragon to handle the offensive - not that there's very much left to handle after such a devastating display. of the foes still on their feet only a scant few dare approach within range of even elemental bolts, heedful of the warning percussion. Styx funnels his remaining magic into keeping protective spells up; a second layer to his mental embrace.
oh...there were noises filtering in through the alleyway. cries, organized alarm - someone in authority? it's difficult to discern through the smoke and shouting of those already present but he thinks...yes, the other witches seem to be trying to pull back now. it must be a threat of discovery in some way.
one of them was looking at Eren so intently, though, that for a few moments the drummer's anxiety spikes in fear she's about to launch something awful his friend's way. but nothing comes of it, which bothers him more. what had that been about? thinking better of some petty vengeance? he hoped so.
speaking of...it hurts quite a bit to stretch up so high, but Styx does so all the same to reach the dragon's coiling neck and gently divert attention. he's not sure how far his voice will carry with the hiss of embers still snapping intermittently.]
Are you gonna be in trouble?
[worry tugs at his expression now. the last time his friend had rattled the streets hasn't progressed to the point of distant memory just yet, and Styx wonders - had he made things more difficult for Eren like this? his tender heart prefers to remain and see if he can still help the down forms somehow, but if fleeing would keep his own bonded safe from repercussions of the witch's own making...well, there was really no contest.]
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the witch rests a hand on the limbs shielding him now, leaning more heavily than even he realizes. adrenaline can only take a body so far. gratitude seeps in between the cracks, any extra mental energy the man possesses funneled towards that emotion and little else. it's belief realized, after all. he knew, knew that Eren could change. even something as small (monumental when he looks at it) as this...it's enough that his leg doesn't ache quite so terribly.
weary joy can only fly so far, of course, and the drummer truly has taken a beaten during this onslaught. he allows his dragon to handle the offensive - not that there's very much left to handle after such a devastating display. of the foes still on their feet only a scant few dare approach within range of even elemental bolts, heedful of the warning percussion. Styx funnels his remaining magic into keeping protective spells up; a second layer to his mental embrace.
oh...there were noises filtering in through the alleyway. cries, organized alarm - someone in authority? it's difficult to discern through the smoke and shouting of those already present but he thinks...yes, the other witches seem to be trying to pull back now. it must be a threat of discovery in some way.
one of them was looking at Eren so intently, though, that for a few moments the drummer's anxiety spikes in fear she's about to launch something awful his friend's way. but nothing comes of it, which bothers him more. what had that been about? thinking better of some petty vengeance? he hoped so.
speaking of...it hurts quite a bit to stretch up so high, but Styx does so all the same to reach the dragon's coiling neck and gently divert attention. he's not sure how far his voice will carry with the hiss of embers still snapping intermittently.]
Are you gonna be in trouble?
[worry tugs at his expression now. the last time his friend had rattled the streets hasn't progressed to the point of distant memory just yet, and Styx wonders - had he made things more difficult for Eren like this? his tender heart prefers to remain and see if he can still help the down forms somehow, but if fleeing would keep his own bonded safe from repercussions of the witch's own making...well, there was really no contest.]