[ arandeadis. some part of steve is going to remember that, when all of his focus isn't otherwise occupied. but it's fine- it's okay. lorelai has his sword and his hand is on the monster's leg and nero's got a hold of her front ones and maybe- god, shit, this has to work. ]
Run! [ steve yells over his shoulder, back to the trader, to lorelai. there's a kind of desperate anger to his voice, because they have a chance now to get away, and that would mean that nero's attention wouldn't be split, that steve also wouldn't be worried about keeping the guardian contained, keeping her away from them. ] Get out of here!
[ that's when steve throws his weight into it, twisting and wrenching the segment of the leg he has a hold of. it feels like it takes ages, hours, but it does give with a horrible, sickening kind of ripping sound. he doesn't catch whatever it is that she and nero says to each other, and instead covers his eyes as the ichor sprays out, covering him in the process.
that's when the guardian finally turns on him, hisses, and steve spits some of the ichor back in her face. which may or may not be the right decision, but it feels appropriate, somehow. that's when she screams, waves her arms wildly, and steve manages to duck out of the way of one and dodge another, it's the third and fourth that he isn't able to get fully out of the way of, feeling the slash across one shoulder and then across his chest. with a yell of equal amounts of frustration as it is pain, steve dives off to the side and - watching out of the corner of his eyes as nero's clawed hand drives up into what steve also hopes is a soft underbelly.
his eyes flash back to the still-flailing guardian, trying to find some other gap, something else he can go after, and in a last-ditch effort, drives the piece of her leg he's still holding in nero's armored...arm. thing. through what he hopes is a chink in her outer sorta insect body. he yells as he does it, throwing everything he's got into the strike, the plunge, praying that it finds purchase anywhere. ]
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Run! [ steve yells over his shoulder, back to the trader, to lorelai. there's a kind of desperate anger to his voice, because they have a chance now to get away, and that would mean that nero's attention wouldn't be split, that steve also wouldn't be worried about keeping the guardian contained, keeping her away from them. ] Get out of here!
[ that's when steve throws his weight into it, twisting and wrenching the segment of the leg he has a hold of. it feels like it takes ages, hours, but it does give with a horrible, sickening kind of ripping sound. he doesn't catch whatever it is that she and nero says to each other, and instead covers his eyes as the ichor sprays out, covering him in the process.
that's when the guardian finally turns on him, hisses, and steve spits some of the ichor back in her face. which may or may not be the right decision, but it feels appropriate, somehow. that's when she screams, waves her arms wildly, and steve manages to duck out of the way of one and dodge another, it's the third and fourth that he isn't able to get fully out of the way of, feeling the slash across one shoulder and then across his chest. with a yell of equal amounts of frustration as it is pain, steve dives off to the side and - watching out of the corner of his eyes as nero's clawed hand drives up into what steve also hopes is a soft underbelly.
his eyes flash back to the still-flailing guardian, trying to find some other gap, something else he can go after, and in a last-ditch effort, drives the piece of her leg he's still holding in nero's armored...arm. thing. through what he hopes is a chink in her outer sorta insect body. he yells as he does it, throwing everything he's got into the strike, the plunge, praying that it finds purchase anywhere. ]
Die already!