Stocke twists around in mid-air to get a look back - and stiffens. So close already --
The wind jerks at him from all sides, and the shade starts up a quiet, crackling pattern of annoyance. He's shedding smoke on top of everything from where Amelia clawed him; this is exactly why he hates being solid.
He scrapes at the ground with telekinesis, snagging whatever he can - rocks, dirt, loosely-rooted plants, the occasional unfortunate insect. Then he throws the lot at Amelia. "Leave! He's mine." He's already doing the harpy a favor by not going after her for damaging his prey -
Suddenly a shot rings out. By some miracle it passes right between Stocke and Amelia rather than hitting either them or the human.
The shade's eyes go wide, startled; he freezes. He's planning to drop to the ground next, his momentum gone so he can avoid scraping across it, but Amelia's too close. Unless she has the presence of mind and reaction time to dodge aside, she'll bowl into him and the human he's holding.
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The wind jerks at him from all sides, and the shade starts up a quiet, crackling pattern of annoyance. He's shedding smoke on top of everything from where Amelia clawed him; this is exactly why he hates being solid.
He scrapes at the ground with telekinesis, snagging whatever he can - rocks, dirt, loosely-rooted plants, the occasional unfortunate insect. Then he throws the lot at Amelia. "Leave! He's mine." He's already doing the harpy a favor by not going after her for damaging his prey -
Suddenly a shot rings out. By some miracle it passes right between Stocke and Amelia rather than hitting either them or the human.
The shade's eyes go wide, startled; he freezes. He's planning to drop to the ground next, his momentum gone so he can avoid scraping across it, but Amelia's too close. Unless she has the presence of mind and reaction time to dodge aside, she'll bowl into him and the human he's holding.