[Tartaglia holds her, his expression desperate as he waits for her to respond, feeling his chest tighten with that same anxiety that feels like he's suffocating through the silence. Watching her body heave with the effort of fighting off whatever's inside of her is a painful experience that feels worse than his own experiences in the Abyss- terrified and able to do absolutely nothing about it. He's not sure what's happening when her body seems to finally relax, the struggle over, only to find that her eyes have gone back to that cold void where the sun can no longer reach, even worse than his own.]
Wha-
[Without warning, Yoimiya's bow connects solidly with his stomach with a strength he wasn't prepared for, sending him flying backwards onto his butt, rolling with the momentum as the realization of what was happening sinks in.
She lost her fight, and now that thing has full control of his girlfriend's body.
Rage, sorrow, and panic flood his system as he automatically enters into a combat mindset, his own bow forming in his hand to knock away arrows that fly directly at him. Snow falls around him and onto him from the trees, heavy with the burden of the Snezhnayan blizzards that ravage the land; it's clearly a distraction and to put distance between them. But he can see how empty her expression is, how dead her eyes look as she takes aim at him. He hates that it can even make use of her Vision despite not being her own soul in charge of the body, making this more of a problem than he would have liked. But for now, he has to push down his emotions and figure out what to do.
Seasoned in unexpected combat situations, Childe moves swiftly through the snow, maneuvering easily as he displays having lived here his entire life through his movements. He expects her arrow to fly at him anytime, ready for it and knowing that her powers allow her arrows to do more than just hold pyro energy in them. She'll use her power to make ones that'll follow him too, even if he dodges them- but he's prepared for that.
And when the opportunity presents itself, he takes aim, hydro arrow aimed right at her bow, loosing it in an attempt to disarm her by knocking her bow from her hand. Even that small amount of time, successful or not, will give him an opportunity to close the distance between the two of them...and he's relatively sure that she's not versed with melee-range weapons to deal with him once he's there.]
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Wha-
[Without warning, Yoimiya's bow connects solidly with his stomach with a strength he wasn't prepared for, sending him flying backwards onto his butt, rolling with the momentum as the realization of what was happening sinks in.
She lost her fight, and now that thing has full control of his girlfriend's body.
Rage, sorrow, and panic flood his system as he automatically enters into a combat mindset, his own bow forming in his hand to knock away arrows that fly directly at him. Snow falls around him and onto him from the trees, heavy with the burden of the Snezhnayan blizzards that ravage the land; it's clearly a distraction and to put distance between them. But he can see how empty her expression is, how dead her eyes look as she takes aim at him. He hates that it can even make use of her Vision despite not being her own soul in charge of the body, making this more of a problem than he would have liked. But for now, he has to push down his emotions and figure out what to do.
Seasoned in unexpected combat situations, Childe moves swiftly through the snow, maneuvering easily as he displays having lived here his entire life through his movements. He expects her arrow to fly at him anytime, ready for it and knowing that her powers allow her arrows to do more than just hold pyro energy in them. She'll use her power to make ones that'll follow him too, even if he dodges them- but he's prepared for that.
And when the opportunity presents itself, he takes aim, hydro arrow aimed right at her bow, loosing it in an attempt to disarm her by knocking her bow from her hand. Even that small amount of time, successful or not, will give him an opportunity to close the distance between the two of them...and he's relatively sure that she's not versed with melee-range weapons to deal with him once he's there.]