There's a hesitation, a split second where Esteban wants to stay, wants to help Tidus, wants to make sure he's okay. He can recognize a potion anywhere, though, and even if he's worried, at least he knows he's not leaving him helpless either.
Three seconds. He'll be back in three bloody seconds-- and the only reason why he can rip himself from his friend is that he's going to be quick. A blink. Fast as can be.
GO!
It's still hard. He's still worried-- deep breath-- shove the canvas aside to get in the tent. Three. Bloody seconds.
His shift overtakes him mid-movement, the snap of leather as he rushes the tiny enclosure. The man doesn't have the time to turn, a kick to the back of his knees sends him down.
He's moving on instinct, moving without thinking. His heart is pounding, squeezing through his throat. They're civilians, they're civilians! But Esteban doesn't have a tether to hold him back. Panic's made him frantic.
He pounces. A sweep of his tail sends the child stumbling, and a wing slams them back and out of the cloth. The other wing grabs the civilian by the back of his shirt, pulled up-- out, Tidus said out-- and the half-dragon stumbles when the man flails. Limbs spinning, panicked, the man is off-centered, and a low punch and a shoulder slam is enough to get him out of the tent too.
Esteban follows. Stays at the entrance of the tent-- checks for Tidus' condition from where he is.
The man is winded-- curled on his side-- but the child is getting back up. And Esteban hesitates-- just a child. They're just a child.
Esteban the guard dog. XD
Three seconds. He'll be back in three bloody seconds-- and the only reason why he can rip himself from his friend is that he's going to be quick. A blink. Fast as can be.
GO!
It's still hard. He's still worried-- deep breath-- shove the canvas aside to get in the tent. Three. Bloody seconds.
His shift overtakes him mid-movement, the snap of leather as he rushes the tiny enclosure. The man doesn't have the time to turn, a kick to the back of his knees sends him down.
He's moving on instinct, moving without thinking. His heart is pounding, squeezing through his throat. They're civilians, they're civilians! But Esteban doesn't have a tether to hold him back. Panic's made him frantic.
He pounces. A sweep of his tail sends the child stumbling, and a wing slams them back and out of the cloth. The other wing grabs the civilian by the back of his shirt, pulled up-- out, Tidus said out-- and the half-dragon stumbles when the man flails. Limbs spinning, panicked, the man is off-centered, and a low punch and a shoulder slam is enough to get him out of the tent too.
Esteban follows. Stays at the entrance of the tent-- checks for Tidus' condition from where he is.
The man is winded-- curled on his side-- but the child is getting back up. And Esteban hesitates-- just a child. They're just a child.
He doesn't want to hurt them more than this.