Post by Dusty on May 10, 2022 0:56:39 GMT
“Sorry lass. I can’t leave a friend behind. Besides, ya ain’t gonna hurt me.”
Swarm would turn his head to the side as the pressure, the suits of armour not even reacting to the heat or the burst from the inside. As he entered, he raised his hand to the sky - flipping off the person who doubted he’d get in. Like they even knew what they were dealing with; hell, Swarm was just told and he still had no clue what was going on. All of this, even if Painter explained it went way over his paygrade. Godhood? Aster changing?
All he knew was that his friend was in a dicey situation - and getting his friends out of those situations were his speciality. Even if she was currently trying to attack him, even if she thought that she would kill him; he was going to get her out. One way, or another.
As he stepped in, he watched the tendrils smack Aster around - one of the suits of armour clenching their sword and stepping forward before Swarm put his arm out to stop it. He would look at it, as a pair of blue eyes looked at him from within the armour. They had conviction, they wanted to help. But they listened to Swarm, stopping in it’s footsteps to watch the attacks unfold.
“Hold.”
[ - What?! She needs our help..! - ]
“She’s doing this for a reason.”
It was the Painter's voice inside of the armour, the blue eyes switching from Swarm back to Aster - concern shown in her body language. As the god landed back on the ground and started to get back up, Swarm could feel the killing intent in the air. He would just watch, smoking his cigar and just taking off his jacket. No point letting it get in his way. He tossed it into the air, revealing under his coat that he was a goddamn armoury. Pistols in his boots, a .50 cal strapped to his back. Hell, he even had a pair of MP7’s strapped to his double holster on his chest. He came prepared, preparation always was his strong suit.
That and he always had the bigger gun. Today, however, was not one of those cases. With a sigh, he pulled out one of the revolvers strapped to his boots and spun the chamber - counting the shots. He knew how many he had. Needed to make sure. Something in his head screamed that he was gonna need all the ammo he could get. And if he ran out of ammo, well - he wasn’t a push over in hand to hand combat. With the two knights here, focusing on a brawl with her wouldn’t be too hard to do.
“Counter her attacks. You two have shields, it’ll be easy to dodge around her. I’ll focus on restraining her - we gotta calm her down. Yah hear that Aster? Me and the kid ain’t gonna lay a finger on you. All we’re gonna do is defend ourselves from you.”
He said, watching her before dotting the cigar out on his metal arm and tucking it into his pocket - taking a low stance and getting ready. Harsh words, but if Aster was in there she needed to hear them. That he wasn’t going to fight her just because she was growling and threatening him like some cornered animal. She needed to hear it - that she was the instigator. And if that didn’t get through, tiring her out would. Swarm knew he was strong enough to counter Aster, and use her strength against her. If she hit him, he'd feel it; all he had to focus on was not getting hit. A one on one fight, he would have to do that - in a fight like this he had backup.
[ - Aster… Please! Don’t make us do this! - ]