The warning is as much a warning as it is an attack in itself. One minute he's weaving through the rain, trying to formulate some sort of plan. As Thanatos is going to conclude in just a few moments more, the current idea to distract Kolokifi is failing; as terrible as it sounds, too many people care a little too much about them to just let them dart around that way.
(Maybe that's for the best)
But Kolokifi more than that appears unaffected- as he looks to her mask through the rain, all he can see is a twisted facade that makes him ill, a brief spark of something shocking away through the rain.
And then.
'Hold on, you pesky Herios!'
(He wonders, somehow, if that sort of thing is what a mother would have said when he was even younger, with his name, with much more teasing grasps, with-)
"H-G AA..AAAAAAAHHHHG-!"
It's blinding.
Caught in the glare Emporio is quickly careening through the air in a crash course. He can't see- it is only mere instinct and unconscious power that keeps him afloat and away from the ground, the wind around him feeling out what is or isn't something to avoid. Heat is a good indicator at least, but he can only avoid the arms for so long- if indeed he can be fast enough to succeed in that much. Emporio's thoughts whirl, until finally he thinks to cover his face almost entirely with ice- ice, tainted by ash, fabric, and dust, in an attempt to see.
What he sees is a mess- but he sees something else as well.
"Jolyne-!"
He's been separated from Thanatos, but if there's anything they can try it's a plan B, right?
"JOLYNE!" he calls as he swoops closer to her place near Kolokifi, wind gathering to prepare for a carry. The arms of his Stand seem to manifest as clouds, reaching where he's forced to grip his glider. "...REMEMBER WHAT I SAID IN THE GHOST ROOM...!"
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(Maybe that's for the best)
But Kolokifi more than that appears unaffected- as he looks to her mask through the rain, all he can see is a twisted facade that makes him ill, a brief spark of something shocking away through the rain.
And then.
'Hold on, you pesky Herios!'
(He wonders, somehow, if that sort of thing is what a mother would have said when he was even younger, with his name, with much more teasing grasps, with-)
"H-G AA..AAAAAAAHHHHG-!"
It's blinding.
Caught in the glare Emporio is quickly careening through the air in a crash course. He can't see- it is only mere instinct and unconscious power that keeps him afloat and away from the ground, the wind around him feeling out what is or isn't something to avoid. Heat is a good indicator at least, but he can only avoid the arms for so long- if indeed he can be fast enough to succeed in that much. Emporio's thoughts whirl, until finally he thinks to cover his face almost entirely with ice- ice, tainted by ash, fabric, and dust, in an attempt to see.
What he sees is a mess- but he sees something else as well.
"Jolyne-!"
He's been separated from Thanatos, but if there's anything they can try it's a plan B, right?
"JOLYNE!" he calls as he swoops closer to her place near Kolokifi, wind gathering to prepare for a carry. The arms of his Stand seem to manifest as clouds, reaching where he's forced to grip his glider. "...REMEMBER WHAT I SAID IN THE GHOST ROOM...!"
Don't let go once he's got you!