[It's only pure luck that Dist happened to be nearby, on the way home after a bit of work on various things. He's lost in thought until he sees the familiar face of his precious friend...being attacked.
Attacked.
Dist's eyes fly open, and anything that was in his hands is dropped, as he rushes forward. His mind is a flurry of emotion - shock, fear, rage - but the prior two are pushed aside in favor of his fury. Dist's anger fuels him. How dare this...this insect put a sword to someone he cherishes! Dist isn't going to let anyone take his precious people away. Never again, ever! No one will lay a finger on them so long as he's still alive.
Dist has his gun in his hands before he even realizes it. He can't even remember pulling it from inside his coat, not even aiming. All he knows is that he just needs to either kill or incapacitate Nephry's attacker. ...No, that's not right. Dist wants him dead. Writhing in pain as he slowly bleeds out, that's what this person deserved.
Dost pulls the trigger, firing a bullet of searing hot fifth fonons at Mithos. He was aiming for his wing, but Dist wasn't a great shot to begin with. Plus, with him running, the bullet's trajectory will veer off, and strike Mithos' forearm, close to his shoulder instead.]
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Attacked.
Dist's eyes fly open, and anything that was in his hands is dropped, as he rushes forward. His mind is a flurry of emotion - shock, fear, rage - but the prior two are pushed aside in favor of his fury. Dist's anger fuels him. How dare this...this insect put a sword to someone he cherishes! Dist isn't going to let anyone take his precious people away. Never again, ever! No one will lay a finger on them so long as he's still alive.
Dist has his gun in his hands before he even realizes it. He can't even remember pulling it from inside his coat, not even aiming. All he knows is that he just needs to either kill or incapacitate Nephry's attacker. ...No, that's not right. Dist wants him dead. Writhing in pain as he slowly bleeds out, that's what this person deserved.
Dost pulls the trigger, firing a bullet of searing hot fifth fonons at Mithos. He was aiming for his wing, but Dist wasn't a great shot to begin with. Plus, with him running, the bullet's trajectory will veer off, and strike Mithos' forearm, close to his shoulder instead.]