[ the titan is jerked back and forth but keeps his hold as if his life depended on it— it didn’t, at least he wasn’t thinking about himself right now, he was thinking about anna. where the amaranth heaves, falco throws back in turn, angling his direction a layer downwards like an aircraft would handle a stationary landing— but tossing his neck back and stroking his wings into greater curves meant more space between them. he’s made a mistake, for a thing that wields a weapon. in fear of sinking his talons into more than just plumage, the grip isn’t strong enough; it struggles to keep her still in all that wild battering.
a sky pthumerian of tentacles and too many eyes, half obscured in clouds and rain sinks its tendrils into the titan’s ribs and yanks like its plucked weeds off the ground— steaming, acidic vileblood spews as curved bones break and muscles fail to move at their hardest. it doesn’t stop him, there’s no pain on the body, but his attention does redirect if not for a moment, snapping at the tendrils with both sets of jaws to free himself, but at the expense of a better hold. anna slips from him, but he roars in his attempt to dive back for her. ]
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a sky pthumerian of tentacles and too many eyes, half obscured in clouds and rain sinks its tendrils into the titan’s ribs and yanks like its plucked weeds off the ground— steaming, acidic vileblood spews as curved bones break and muscles fail to move at their hardest. it doesn’t stop him, there’s no pain on the body, but his attention does redirect if not for a moment, snapping at the tendrils with both sets of jaws to free himself, but at the expense of a better hold. anna slips from him, but he roars in his attempt to dive back for her. ]
Anna! I’m not giving up on you!