Usually, protecting himself wasn't a high priority. But whatever changed this Gaster... the combination of that and his father's soul couldn't be good. For once, Sans couldn't afford not to protect himself.
Whether or not he could was another story. He swore mentally as the blasters appeared. The casual act breaks just slightly as his eyes widen. Damn. Why does he have to be the one that can't summon them back now? Just barely avoiding the first few blasts, he takes a couple steps back. He keeps moving. Up and down and up and down. Of course, just because he's avoiding the line of fire doesn't mean he doesn't come dangerously close. Doesn't mean he's not getting tired. He was already hurt over one stupid mistake.
The edge of his hood catches, and he smells the singe.
"Dang, old man... hff. I liked this jacket."
He had to run. Too bad that was easier said than done. As he dodges, Sans tried his hand at *Struggling.
He pushes against the lines just a little more. Testing the boundaries, testing for weaknesses. He had an idea of how purple magic worked, but he never experienced it for himself until now. Maybe he could find a way out. Otherwise, his only other options were to break Gaster's concentrating... or fight.
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Date: 2016-10-26 07:13 am (UTC)Usually, protecting himself wasn't a high priority. But whatever changed this Gaster... the combination of that and his father's soul couldn't be good. For once, Sans couldn't afford not to protect himself.
Whether or not he could was another story. He swore mentally as the blasters appeared. The casual act breaks just slightly as his eyes widen. Damn. Why does he have to be the one that can't summon them back now? Just barely avoiding the first few blasts, he takes a couple steps back. He keeps moving. Up and down and up and down. Of course, just because he's avoiding the line of fire doesn't mean he doesn't come dangerously close. Doesn't mean he's not getting tired. He was already hurt over one stupid mistake.
The edge of his hood catches, and he smells the singe.
"Dang, old man... hff. I liked this jacket."
He had to run. Too bad that was easier said than done. As he dodges, Sans tried his hand at *Struggling.
He pushes against the lines just a little more. Testing the boundaries, testing for weaknesses. He had an idea of how purple magic worked, but he never experienced it for himself until now. Maybe he could find a way out. Otherwise, his only other options were to break Gaster's concentrating... or fight.