[ No sooner than Riku is back on his feet from being knocked onto his tailbone by hallucinated hands, a presence draws near, there's a sound, one Riku can't really place-
And then something bites into the ankle of his boot and drops him to the ground again. Riku can't help the grunt the impact kicks loose from his throat. There's a question in it, more surprise than pain.
Sora is walking away. Why would he push him away? The reach of his arm towards Sora's retreating back is raw instinct. Don't bother. Your voice can no longer reach him where he is.
What Riku controls better is the urge to call out after empty air, when he remembers how little it mattered. For whatever reason, Sora can't hear him, deal with that later, but it'll amount to nothing if he doesn't get him back to Beacon, where it's safer.
As for this..? Swinging his attention back around to his ankle caught in that painful clutch, wariness gives way to anger like a switch carelessly flipped. ]
That was the wrong choice!
[ There's a tether shining in a taut straight line under the light of his lantern, Riku follows it, when the arm that had reached out across empty space sweeps back in the other direction. What gathers in his gloved palm curdles like a stormcloud, a ripple of black shot through with dark violet, launched out blindly in the direction of the grappling hook's cable.
Whoever it is - whatever it is, he thinks has this coming. ]
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And then something bites into the ankle of his boot and drops him to the ground again. Riku can't help the grunt the impact kicks loose from his throat. There's a question in it, more surprise than pain.
Sora is walking away.
Why would he push him away?
The reach of his arm towards Sora's retreating back is raw instinct.
Don't bother. Your voice can no longer reach him where he is.
What Riku controls better is the urge to call out after empty air, when he remembers how little it mattered. For whatever reason, Sora can't hear him, deal with that later, but it'll amount to nothing if he doesn't get him back to Beacon, where it's safer.
As for this..? Swinging his attention back around to his ankle caught in that painful clutch, wariness gives way to anger like a switch carelessly flipped. ]
That was the wrong choice!
[ There's a tether shining in a taut straight line under the light of his lantern, Riku follows it, when the arm that had reached out across empty space sweeps back in the other direction. What gathers in his gloved palm curdles like a stormcloud, a ripple of black shot through with dark violet, launched out blindly in the direction of the grappling hook's cable.
Whoever it is - whatever it is, he thinks has this coming. ]