Someone's coming over- his captors?! WHere did they take Arturia. He needs her back. Why do these people insist on hurting them, it will help nothing-
He flinches when his name is called. What? How did they-
He growls, confused, in pain. Who is this? How do they know him?? They say they are freeing him. He sounds- kind. There weren't- kind people here. Were there?
(Of course. There always are kind people, everywhere. That's why they must bring word of incoming disaster as swiftly as possible-)
Slate-blue eyes, wide and a bit panicked (and duller than the Federico's Sunday would know. Like blue stone instead of the sky) look up, taking in a...liberi? The wings...he did not know liberi lived here. But he sees a flash of gold. A halo? Sankta? What?!
And then his eyes catch on what this person is holding. He freezes, indeed holding still as asked, but only for a second.
A weapon.
He's here to free him by killing him. He should have known.
"Rrrr-" Federico snarls around the bit, thrashing anew, his tail whipping around and impacting the newcomer's side. The momentum helps the sarkaz get away, just a little, breathing heavily as he searches wild-eyed for some sort of cover, escape, something. He kicks at the ground, wriggling away, away, he has to get away, he has to find Arturia-
((Sorry about the tail whip Sunday. Guy looks pretty rattled.))
wow that's a really smart use of the brooch, proud of him
He flinches when his name is called. What? How did they-
He growls, confused, in pain. Who is this? How do they know him?? They say they are freeing him. He sounds- kind. There weren't- kind people here. Were there?
(Of course. There always are kind people, everywhere. That's why they must bring word of incoming disaster as swiftly as possible-)
Slate-blue eyes, wide and a bit panicked (and duller than the Federico's Sunday would know. Like blue stone instead of the sky) look up, taking in a...liberi? The wings...he did not know liberi lived here. But he sees a flash of gold. A halo? Sankta? What?!
And then his eyes catch on what this person is holding. He freezes, indeed holding still as asked, but only for a second.
A weapon.
He's here to free him by killing him. He should have known.
"Rrrr-" Federico snarls around the bit, thrashing anew, his tail whipping around and impacting the newcomer's side. The momentum helps the sarkaz get away, just a little, breathing heavily as he searches wild-eyed for some sort of cover, escape, something. He kicks at the ground, wriggling away, away, he has to get away, he has to find Arturia-
((Sorry about the tail whip Sunday. Guy looks pretty rattled.))