[the conjured beast is something nehan has difficulty with, and the only way he can see to avoid the worst of it, not all of it, is to run straight at childe, clumsily tucking his gun back into his holster. it makes the whale-- what kind of creature is that supposed to be? someone from auguste would be able to tell him, surely, but nehan is not from auguste-- come far too close to him for comfort. so close that nehan feels it brush against his body, and its residual magic knocking him off course.
it makes nehan stumble into a fall, dazed, but still picks himself up from the ground even as his clothing bogs him down, heavy with the weight of water soaking him from head to toe. he shakes himself much like a dog, before deciding damn this and drops his coat and scarf, standing only in his suit. in his state, he fills it better than when he was disabled, and shows that he has always had the sides and back cut out of it, and that he's always had those scars littering his pale skin.
but he doesn't stay dazed for too long, and closes the gap again with a sprint. childe is down, and he has to take this opportunity. his hands are raised again, but in claw-like poses rather than fists.
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it makes nehan stumble into a fall, dazed, but still picks himself up from the ground even as his clothing bogs him down, heavy with the weight of water soaking him from head to toe. he shakes himself much like a dog, before deciding damn this and drops his coat and scarf, standing only in his suit. in his state, he fills it better than when he was disabled, and shows that he has always had the sides and back cut out of it, and that he's always had those scars littering his pale skin.
but he doesn't stay dazed for too long, and closes the gap again with a sprint. childe is down, and he has to take this opportunity. his hands are raised again, but in claw-like poses rather than fists.
and, as always, pulsing with magic.]