[Okay, like. Adrian was expecting Rosso to dodge that, or at least make some attempt at doing so. This is not, in fact, at all what he does, and seeing the way Rosso's shirt tears and his skin flays open actually causes Adrian to falter, his heart dropping into his stomach. He jerks his claws back quickly, because whether or not he knows that their injuries (or even near-deaths) are not permanent within the Cube, he doesn't want to like...SEVERELY hurt him.
It is, perhaps, a mistake that he hesitates. Or maybe this would have ended up happening anyway, because Rosso's hand snapping out and grabbing him by the wrist catches him completely off guard. He's dragged along with the motion, pulled sideways and around-
And is hurled with such insane force that he goes flying like a ragdoll, hitting either a structure or the ground or something on the far end of the platform that causes an almost cartoonish explosion of dust and debris to fly up around him when he lands. That's how hard the impact is. And Adrian is pretty sure if this wasn't a simulation, he would be bleeding internally. Maybe he is, oh is that copper he tastes-]
U-...ughh...
[The dust settles, and Adrian is just barely rolling over onto his side, pushing himself up as he spits somewhere- yeah that's blood, he's fine- his antennae trembling as flames once more begin to lick up his hands and arms.]
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It is, perhaps, a mistake that he hesitates. Or maybe this would have ended up happening anyway, because Rosso's hand snapping out and grabbing him by the wrist catches him completely off guard. He's dragged along with the motion, pulled sideways and around-
And is hurled with such insane force that he goes flying like a ragdoll, hitting either a structure or the ground or something on the far end of the platform that causes an almost cartoonish explosion of dust and debris to fly up around him when he lands. That's how hard the impact is. And Adrian is pretty sure if this wasn't a simulation, he would be bleeding internally. Maybe he is, oh is that copper he tastes-]
U-...ughh...
[The dust settles, and Adrian is just barely rolling over onto his side, pushing himself up as he spits somewhere- yeah that's blood, he's fine- his antennae trembling as flames once more begin to lick up his hands and arms.]
W-what the hell...