[Yuan pushes back, disengaging in a rush at the sound of that old cry, instinctively simply moving to be not where Kratos is about to be. The sand gives more than he'd like under his feet, but not enough to trip him up, he can still get himself clear. Teeth bared, he braces his weapon vertically where he lands and beckons to Kratos with his other hand, descending to gestural clichés now.]
[Words aren't necessary. Not now. Yuan almost hopes Kratos can push him to pull his wings, though what he'll do then is a plan he's still creating. Right now: anger and the speed of an angel, ready to respond to Kratos. And the children, if need be.]
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[It took this long?]
[Yuan pushes back, disengaging in a rush at the sound of that old cry, instinctively simply moving to be not where Kratos is about to be. The sand gives more than he'd like under his feet, but not enough to trip him up, he can still get himself clear. Teeth bared, he braces his weapon vertically where he lands and beckons to Kratos with his other hand, descending to gestural clichés now.]
[Words aren't necessary. Not now. Yuan almost hopes Kratos can push him to pull his wings, though what he'll do then is a plan he's still creating. Right now: anger and the speed of an angel, ready to respond to Kratos. And the children, if need be.]