Another scoff, as Zelos considers Malos' words, as he rubs at his arms for warmth. The ether around them is wavering with the rain, prickling against his skin. "Honestly, why haven't you people invested on a camping tent, or something? You'd think you'd be--"
He stops, abruptly, choking on his words. Stands upright. The Aegis feels it in his veins, the way the ether in the area is suddenly pulled in the general direction where the camp is, something so strong and immediate that Zelos is pretty fucking sure that Malos would have to be either dead or unconscious not to have noticed too. It's not natural; it isn't quite like a cannon blast, but it's not like a normal blade's ether discharge, either. It feels more like a vacuum gathering ether in a specific area back at camp, concentrating it, and holding it right there.
And then there's the dread that drips into his core from the emotional bleed, making Zelos' skin crawl and his core to freeze over.
Thunder claps again, somewhere off in the distance. Zelos hardly pays it any mind. Instead he turns to look at Malos again, visible confusion on his face as he silently asks, for a second, just what the fuck that was. The Aegis doesn't wait for an answer; he twists on his heel and starts sprinting back to camp, uncaring of the rain or if the other blade is even following.
WET RAT BUT https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2P5qbcRAXVk
He stops, abruptly, choking on his words. Stands upright. The Aegis feels it in his veins, the way the ether in the area is suddenly pulled in the general direction where the camp is, something so strong and immediate that Zelos is pretty fucking sure that Malos would have to be either dead or unconscious not to have noticed too. It's not natural; it isn't quite like a cannon blast, but it's not like a normal blade's ether discharge, either. It feels more like a vacuum gathering ether in a specific area back at camp, concentrating it, and holding it right there.
And then there's the dread that drips into his core from the emotional bleed, making Zelos' skin crawl and his core to freeze over.
Thunder claps again, somewhere off in the distance. Zelos hardly pays it any mind. Instead he turns to look at Malos again, visible confusion on his face as he silently asks, for a second, just what the fuck that was. The Aegis doesn't wait for an answer; he twists on his heel and starts sprinting back to camp, uncaring of the rain or if the other blade is even following.