[ the monster jumps, nero is now more demon than nero, and everything is going. steve reacts when he hears his name, pushes lorelai back, gets her out of danger and his sword in his hands and god, god the trader isn't fast enough, is he? isn't going to make it out of this. lorelai screams for the trader but if steve's attention is on her, if can get lorelai-
that's when steve feels it, like a heat, like power, as is curls around his arm. his eyes are wide when he notices the scales, notices that it's nero's arm that's replaced his own. nero's power he feels pulsating through him. the trader's been stabbed through the leg, nero's got his hands around the things back legs, and everything seems to pause.
if he had more time, steve might have taken in a little more how cool this all kind of is. but he doesn't, because the guardian's attention is now all on nero and steve reacts without thinking. he drops his sword at lorelai's feet, hoping she understands and uses it, and dives across the space- pulling in as much power as he can to the arm and gripping onto the closest insect-leg he can reach. the power that surges through his arm is nothing steve's ever felt, and it's probably why he's not as effective as he otherwise could be. still, it's better than nothing, as he wraps the scaled fingers around one of her legs and jerks backwards, hoping to pull her off-balance, to make it so that her strike is off just enough that nero can dodge it. ]
You're not getting anything! [ he yells out through gritted teeth, tightening his grip, jerking the leg he's got ahold of backwards, away, at a wrong angle and hoping- praying- that it snaps.
steve just has to buy a second, just has to get her off-guard enough, and then nero will be fine. will have a better angle. can end this. ]
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that's when steve feels it, like a heat, like power, as is curls around his arm. his eyes are wide when he notices the scales, notices that it's nero's arm that's replaced his own. nero's power he feels pulsating through him. the trader's been stabbed through the leg, nero's got his hands around the things back legs, and everything seems to pause.
if he had more time, steve might have taken in a little more how cool this all kind of is. but he doesn't, because the guardian's attention is now all on nero and steve reacts without thinking. he drops his sword at lorelai's feet, hoping she understands and uses it, and dives across the space- pulling in as much power as he can to the arm and gripping onto the closest insect-leg he can reach. the power that surges through his arm is nothing steve's ever felt, and it's probably why he's not as effective as he otherwise could be. still, it's better than nothing, as he wraps the scaled fingers around one of her legs and jerks backwards, hoping to pull her off-balance, to make it so that her strike is off just enough that nero can dodge it. ]
You're not getting anything! [ he yells out through gritted teeth, tightening his grip, jerking the leg he's got ahold of backwards, away, at a wrong angle and hoping- praying- that it snaps.
steve just has to buy a second, just has to get her off-guard enough, and then nero will be fine. will have a better angle. can end this. ]