Where he stands, Donnie swallows. This isn't a side of Shu he ever wants to be on the receiving end of.
Things happen so quickly that it feels like it had all been rehearsed. One must always be prepared for the unpredictable just as much as the predictable in battle, his father had told him and his brothers once. It had been an infuriatingly nonsensical thing to Donnie at the time for the words alone, but he was finally beginning to understand. Not that understanding makes it any easier.
Donnie nearly jumps as Shu counters Adolfus's sudden attack with a chair, dancing aside as their hostage is moved towards the doorway and out to the hall. He has no idea how strong Shu is but he's more anxious to leave anyone behind. Adolfus has staggered back, leaning heavily against the desk, and the turtlekin wouldn't be surprised if he was being fueled by pure rage. Really, what is this guy made of??
Looking towards the door as the last of the Corsairs filter out, Donnie thrusts a hand into his beltpouch to pull out a small smokebomb. It's smaller than the ones they'd packed into the vents, more potent to work faster.
"We're going," he says, his voice managing to sound steadier than he feels, but he hopes Shu can figure that he has a plan at the very least. The display of his magic is brief this time, but a spark of glowing purple by his hand, the faintest wisp of smoke trailing up from his fist.
Should Shu meet his eyes then, he'll nod before jerking his head towards the door, but he won't fling the smokebomb until Shu's on the move. Already he's having second thoughts, wondering if it'd be enough as Adolfus is already pushing away from the desk, blood streaming down his face and only sharpening that look of rage.
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Date: 2024-08-20 04:58 pm (UTC)Things happen so quickly that it feels like it had all been rehearsed. One must always be prepared for the unpredictable just as much as the predictable in battle, his father had told him and his brothers once. It had been an infuriatingly nonsensical thing to Donnie at the time for the words alone, but he was finally beginning to understand. Not that understanding makes it any easier.
Donnie nearly jumps as Shu counters Adolfus's sudden attack with a chair, dancing aside as their hostage is moved towards the doorway and out to the hall. He has no idea how strong Shu is but he's more anxious to leave anyone behind. Adolfus has staggered back, leaning heavily against the desk, and the turtlekin wouldn't be surprised if he was being fueled by pure rage. Really, what is this guy made of??
Looking towards the door as the last of the Corsairs filter out, Donnie thrusts a hand into his beltpouch to pull out a small smokebomb. It's smaller than the ones they'd packed into the vents, more potent to work faster.
"We're going," he says, his voice managing to sound steadier than he feels, but he hopes Shu can figure that he has a plan at the very least. The display of his magic is brief this time, but a spark of glowing purple by his hand, the faintest wisp of smoke trailing up from his fist.
Should Shu meet his eyes then, he'll nod before jerking his head towards the door, but he won't fling the smokebomb until Shu's on the move. Already he's having second thoughts, wondering if it'd be enough as Adolfus is already pushing away from the desk, blood streaming down his face and only sharpening that look of rage.