there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Finding Flora peeling away from him, her sudden concern prickling against his telepathy abruptly enough that he lets her go without a fight, Jack has barely enough time to register the murder of enormous crows before he's all but seized by the throat by Astaroth's panic. Not having shielded against either of their thoughts (because fear is fear, but he'd not been expecting this, fuck), the captain is fully swept away in the Ancient's horror and pain and nausea, such that they're all either rigid with terror or, in Flora's case, attempting to shield a suddenly cowering Fyrhund from harm.
Jack isn't capable of shifting into anything smaller, so his reaction is somewhat different, but it's no less dramatic intense. With an arm raised as if to shield his face, the ice that cracks overhead in a shield is thick enough to reduce the gore crows to little more than blurred, dark shadows, their cries muffled and incoherent within the sudden igloo.
It won't last long, not with a magma-oozing canine on the ground, but it's enough for now, he hopes.
"What the fuck." Throwing his arm down and visibly shuddering as he drags up a mental barrier to hide behind, he raises his eyebrows at Flora as if she might be able to provide an explanation. "I'm already tired of these fuckin' things. Get yourselves together, we're goin' after it once I drop this."
Jack panics and makes an igloo shield, giving everyone a chance to catch their breath.
Jack isn't capable of shifting into anything smaller, so his reaction is somewhat different, but it's no less dramatic intense. With an arm raised as if to shield his face, the ice that cracks overhead in a shield is thick enough to reduce the gore crows to little more than blurred, dark shadows, their cries muffled and incoherent within the sudden igloo.
It won't last long, not with a magma-oozing canine on the ground, but it's enough for now, he hopes.
"What the fuck." Throwing his arm down and visibly shuddering as he drags up a mental barrier to hide behind, he raises his eyebrows at Flora as if she might be able to provide an explanation. "I'm already tired of these fuckin' things. Get yourselves together, we're goin' after it once I drop this."
Jack panics and makes an igloo shield, giving everyone a chance to catch their breath.
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