[ it's the details. that's the way an envoy's powers work, taking in every miniature detail, every shift of movement, every breath, even reflex of muscle, all as a way to make swift judgment in the moment of what's to come — a prediction of the future all calculated by facts of what's in front of him.
that's how he figures out everything that's pretty much about to happen as soon as he makes his shot towards newt's body. he sees the look in the man's eyes, that lack of fear, and the start of the light that beams from his hand.
that's when he thinks fuck.
he can't dodge the blast, the force of it too fast for him to run from, throwing his body back along the train until he slams it against the back wall. it's not as drastic as when cheri had thrown him, allowing for enough strength from his colliding body to knock weight against his arm between him and the wall, breaking the bone. nothing broken this time, thankfully, but he doesn't have time to feel relief before he sees the shift of the arm, preparing for a shot.
quick as he can, he scrambles up to duck behind a large booth, already half broken from the chaos going on through the train, but decent enough for temporary cover. ]
Human beings, huh!? [ he calls out, like he's still somehow having a casual conversation, even if the strain is heard in his voice, catching his breath while feeling the ache in his back. ] What, like you aren't one too?
[ maybe he isn't. maybe that thing inside newt isn't human at all. ]
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that's how he figures out everything that's pretty much about to happen as soon as he makes his shot towards newt's body. he sees the look in the man's eyes, that lack of fear, and the start of the light that beams from his hand.
that's when he thinks fuck.
he can't dodge the blast, the force of it too fast for him to run from, throwing his body back along the train until he slams it against the back wall. it's not as drastic as when cheri had thrown him, allowing for enough strength from his colliding body to knock weight against his arm between him and the wall, breaking the bone. nothing broken this time, thankfully, but he doesn't have time to feel relief before he sees the shift of the arm, preparing for a shot.
quick as he can, he scrambles up to duck behind a large booth, already half broken from the chaos going on through the train, but decent enough for temporary cover. ]
Human beings, huh!? [ he calls out, like he's still somehow having a casual conversation, even if the strain is heard in his voice, catching his breath while feeling the ache in his back. ] What, like you aren't one too?
[ maybe he isn't. maybe that thing inside newt isn't human at all. ]