[ Apart from the feeling of wanting to know who exactly is in that alley, what they're doing, and if they plan to keep screwing around with anyone else, Amos privately admits to himself he wants to see what this girl is capable of. The way she has an easy confidence, no apparent fear, she knows she's got the ability to overtake whatever happens and he wants to know more.
At the same time, when it becomes clear that there's a group of assholes threatening someone, he feels more compelled to act than he did before. Seeing it makes it hard to turn away from it. There doesn't need to be a feeling of loyalty for this stranger's well-being for Amos to have no patience for bullies, and react accordingly.
The girl — the hero in all of this — handles it exactly like she knew she could. Shit. You got a trick like that up your sleeve, there's nothing to fear. It's impressive, though, and it holds Amos' attention as long as it lasts before she's suddenly rushing forward, and — yeah. Instinct takes over, and he moves forward with her.
One of the guys tries to kick out and trip him up, but Amos side-steps it, reaches out with a sharp grip on his arm, twists him around. Just before he can pin that arm enough to break it, the guy gets in a punch and Amos doesn't dodge it in time. The blow lands near his temple, but in that half second of cockiness the asshole must be feeling, he leaves himself vulnerable, and it's enough for Amos to reach out, wrapping his hand around his neck and lifting him a little, pinning him against the wall. He may be a little breathless, but his voice is deceptively calm. ]
Bad move. No hard feelings, though.
[ He's not in the business of mercy, not for someone like this, so he has no qualms tightening his grip. If the guy dies, he dies. He glances over his shoulder, though, to check on the girl with some kind of — magic, and clock how many others are there, and who might be coming at him, or her, next. ]
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At the same time, when it becomes clear that there's a group of assholes threatening someone, he feels more compelled to act than he did before. Seeing it makes it hard to turn away from it. There doesn't need to be a feeling of loyalty for this stranger's well-being for Amos to have no patience for bullies, and react accordingly.
The girl — the hero in all of this — handles it exactly like she knew she could. Shit. You got a trick like that up your sleeve, there's nothing to fear. It's impressive, though, and it holds Amos' attention as long as it lasts before she's suddenly rushing forward, and — yeah. Instinct takes over, and he moves forward with her.
One of the guys tries to kick out and trip him up, but Amos side-steps it, reaches out with a sharp grip on his arm, twists him around. Just before he can pin that arm enough to break it, the guy gets in a punch and Amos doesn't dodge it in time. The blow lands near his temple, but in that half second of cockiness the asshole must be feeling, he leaves himself vulnerable, and it's enough for Amos to reach out, wrapping his hand around his neck and lifting him a little, pinning him against the wall. He may be a little breathless, but his voice is deceptively calm. ]
Bad move. No hard feelings, though.
[ He's not in the business of mercy, not for someone like this, so he has no qualms tightening his grip. If the guy dies, he dies. He glances over his shoulder, though, to check on the girl with some kind of — magic, and clock how many others are there, and who might be coming at him, or her, next. ]