[ The barrier gives Robby pause, unexpected and yet not. He knows in the way everything feels that it's coming--as if the burst of panic behind him is still visible, as if Mob was right there within his view. But Robby's not used to being on this side of a barrier either (or any), and it, and the bashing of appendages and the claws that come up with the beast correcting its position upright, has Robby paused for the second where it shoots up around him.
There's a panic, not his own, separate from the rattling fear in his heart; and Robby tries to reassure it by feeling, like some kind of silent communication being shared, even when you're in the midst of trouble that you can't pull yourself away from. Because there comes the reassurance, and there's an idea of a way of stopping this being concocted at the same time, with Robby's omen moving from his staff to his gauntlets. He thrusts his hand to make it roll over his fist as he concentrates in the same vein he hopes to tell Mob, focus--not knowing if he can be felt, heard, but the message in indication for the shield. Keep that up, please.
Because he's collecting the energy given, bringing out the power of the coldblood bracelet around his wrist, in accordance with the fist he's pulling back. Robby just needs a few seconds; a few seconds that doesn't settle his nerves, his beating pulse, but seconds that allow him to rise above that anxiety, to see his opponent, and--
--And to signal for the barrier to drop just as his fist is ready to slam forward with an explosion of ice. The ice grabs around the beast even as it's knocked back to the ground, pinning it to the forest floor, but also connecting it to Robby and his gauntlet in a thick circular block in the space between them both. ...this is probably what happens when you're so new to ice blood magic.
It's cold, freezing cold, and the beast's soul wails all the more as it scorches in its low temperature pressed tight close against its body. Even Robby has to tug at his hand to get free of the ice, having better luck if he can maybe-- ask for that barrier back, just to break the ice in the contact?? Thanks, magical barrier. ]
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There's a panic, not his own, separate from the rattling fear in his heart; and Robby tries to reassure it by feeling, like some kind of silent communication being shared, even when you're in the midst of trouble that you can't pull yourself away from. Because there comes the reassurance, and there's an idea of a way of stopping this being concocted at the same time, with Robby's omen moving from his staff to his gauntlets. He thrusts his hand to make it roll over his fist as he concentrates in the same vein he hopes to tell Mob, focus--not knowing if he can be felt, heard, but the message in indication for the shield. Keep that up, please.
Because he's collecting the energy given, bringing out the power of the coldblood bracelet around his wrist, in accordance with the fist he's pulling back. Robby just needs a few seconds; a few seconds that doesn't settle his nerves, his beating pulse, but seconds that allow him to rise above that anxiety, to see his opponent, and--
--And to signal for the barrier to drop just as his fist is ready to slam forward with an explosion of ice. The ice grabs around the beast even as it's knocked back to the ground, pinning it to the forest floor, but also connecting it to Robby and his gauntlet in a thick circular block in the space between them both. ...this is probably what happens when you're so new to ice blood magic.
It's cold, freezing cold, and the beast's soul wails all the more as it scorches in its low temperature pressed tight close against its body. Even Robby has to tug at his hand to get free of the ice, having better luck if he can maybe-- ask for that barrier back, just to break the ice in the contact?? Thanks, magical barrier. ]