[The bad news is, Nagi's not going to get much help out of those three blasts coming at him; the kid's a telekinetic, he can throw up a shield for himself if he's really concerned about dying right now, come on.
The good news is, all this battling you two have been doing has made for something of a scene, and a gentleman named Brad Crawford happens to have a knack for foreseeing particularly notable scenes in space and time — especially when they deal with a member of his team.
It's hard to say how long these two have been watching this little melee; it could be seconds, or it could be pretty much since the beginning. Either way, they've evidently decided that this is the appropriate time to intervene, which comes in the form of, well.
Well.
Whatever control Valmont previously had over his limbs, it's abruptly gone now; against his will, his hands will go slack and drop anything he's holding, and the rest of his limbs will follow in turn, like a puppet having its strings cut one by one. Meanwhile, where he's trapped in his own mind watching this take place, he'll be able to feel the distinct sensation of being wildly out of control of his own body — not unlike being possessed, really — but with no real way of determining who or what might be doing it.
For the moment, anyway.
Here's your intervention, Nagi; make good use of it, because Schwarz isn't really in the mood to see you lose to a guy like this today.]
[pre-discussed threadjack! :|b]
The good news is, all this battling you two have been doing has made for something of a scene, and a gentleman named Brad Crawford happens to have a knack for foreseeing particularly notable scenes in space and time — especially when they deal with a member of his team.
It's hard to say how long these two have been watching this little melee; it could be seconds, or it could be pretty much since the beginning. Either way, they've evidently decided that this is the appropriate time to intervene, which comes in the form of, well.
Well.
Whatever control Valmont previously had over his limbs, it's abruptly gone now; against his will, his hands will go slack and drop anything he's holding, and the rest of his limbs will follow in turn, like a puppet having its strings cut one by one. Meanwhile, where he's trapped in his own mind watching this take place, he'll be able to feel the distinct sensation of being wildly out of control of his own body — not unlike being possessed, really — but with no real way of determining who or what might be doing it.
For the moment, anyway.
Here's your intervention, Nagi; make good use of it, because Schwarz isn't really in the mood to see you lose to a guy like this today.]