Jack turns as he sees movement but- but stops abruptly, because Siffleur isn't moving fast, isn't even slinking low to the ground. He's just... walking, right out in the open, a move so antithetical to their usual fights that Jack nearly lets go of the rack his mind is holding. In fact, he leans forward, almost stumbles from having it nearly slip, and by the time he's straightened up, Siffleur is lying on the floor.
It's a clear shot, but it feels wrong to take it. So, he just... He just shuts his eyes to shut off his plasmid, the rack clattering to the ground like its strings are cut.
And then, since Siffleur asked, Jack opens his eyes and points his hand out to Siffleur, just to let him see what it feels like.
True to Jack's words, there's the feeling of formless pressure on Siffleur, something invisible trying get purchase, perhaps like mouthing an unknown object.
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Jack turns as he sees movement but- but stops abruptly, because Siffleur isn't moving fast, isn't even slinking low to the ground. He's just... walking, right out in the open, a move so antithetical to their usual fights that Jack nearly lets go of the rack his mind is holding. In fact, he leans forward, almost stumbles from having it nearly slip, and by the time he's straightened up, Siffleur is lying on the floor.
It's a clear shot, but it feels wrong to take it. So, he just... He just shuts his eyes to shut off his plasmid, the rack clattering to the ground like its strings are cut.
And then, since Siffleur asked, Jack opens his eyes and points his hand out to Siffleur, just to let him see what it feels like.
True to Jack's words, there's the feeling of formless pressure on Siffleur, something invisible trying get purchase, perhaps like mouthing an unknown object.