The aches themselves, myriad pangs of lingering sting where Zero had peppered blows exploding into a firework-burst sharpness when his fingers broke through again. The deep, burning hurt of metal stretched to its limit, turning to absolute nothingness as sensors disconnected and plating was pulled free. The dizzy, lightheaded rush that came in response to damage. The thrill of fear, of helplessness -- the fleeting uncertain wonder exactly how far Zero would go if Harpuia didn't say anything, but the whisper-soft temptation asking exactly how far Harpuia could push his own limits lurking beneath it. The horror of watching his own chest torn right off of him, his very core and all the leaking coolant completely exposed to the open air.
Harpuia's legs shook, his jets scraping noisily against the wall as he slid a little lower against it. Damage warnings crowded the edge of his consciousness, jostling against the maelstrom of sensation and feelings -- in a moment when he was exquisitely alive, locked inside himself by a net of firing connections, ecstatically aware of a body that felt and felt powerfully, it felt hard to focus on planning around the outside world. He couldn't seem to push himself past the cold, unyielding power of Zero's hands and the intense, impenetrable look in his eyes. Shakily, Harpuia held up a hand, motioning for Zero to hold off, trying to get himself a little steadier.
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The aches themselves, myriad pangs of lingering sting where Zero had peppered blows exploding into a firework-burst sharpness when his fingers broke through again. The deep, burning hurt of metal stretched to its limit, turning to absolute nothingness as sensors disconnected and plating was pulled free. The dizzy, lightheaded rush that came in response to damage. The thrill of fear, of helplessness -- the fleeting uncertain wonder exactly how far Zero would go if Harpuia didn't say anything, but the whisper-soft temptation asking exactly how far Harpuia could push his own limits lurking beneath it. The horror of watching his own chest torn right off of him, his very core and all the leaking coolant completely exposed to the open air.
Harpuia's legs shook, his jets scraping noisily against the wall as he slid a little lower against it. Damage warnings crowded the edge of his consciousness, jostling against the maelstrom of sensation and feelings -- in a moment when he was exquisitely alive, locked inside himself by a net of firing connections, ecstatically aware of a body that felt and felt powerfully, it felt hard to focus on planning around the outside world. He couldn't seem to push himself past the cold, unyielding power of Zero's hands and the intense, impenetrable look in his eyes. Shakily, Harpuia held up a hand, motioning for Zero to hold off, trying to get himself a little steadier.