and all their words for glory, well they always sounded empty
“You’re damn right.” Varus grits out with a knowing and playful grin, preparing himself for the counter attack, though he fails to expect just what Amun does – the shoulder joint of his metal arm. Unfortunately for you, Amun, it is metal, too. It’s how it connects, after all. But unfortunately for the Captain, the second Amun charges into his shoulder, there’s the sound of a pop and the metal arm falls, clanging against the ground as Varus is promptly thrown off balance with the sudden loss of it.
He barks a sound of surprise, stumbling to catch himself but trips to fall on his ass, held up only by the one arm as he peers up at Amun. “Well… Good job. Didn’t know it did that.” Amun must have hit him in the right spot, somehow. He kicks at his arm with a leg, drawing it closer before he feels for the joint and the connectors to start to realign it, and once the initial shock has worn off, the Captain starts to laugh.
He barks a sound of surprise, stumbling to catch himself but trips to fall on his ass, held up only by the one arm as he peers up at Amun. “Well… Good job. Didn’t know it did that.” Amun must have hit him in the right spot, somehow. He kicks at his arm with a leg, drawing it closer before he feels for the joint and the connectors to start to realign it, and once the initial shock has worn off, the Captain starts to laugh.
VARUS
