( he can feel all the weight Aerith is putting into it, trying to use gravity to drag him to safety as much as her strength. it's smart, he thinks, distantly. a quick, momentary pang. he's always lucky, he always seems to find people smarter than he is. maybe he's got more brawn than your average guy, but it doesn't do nearly enough when things go sideways. smart is more important than strong, most of the time.
and then he has to get back to fighting, putting grunted and pained effort into hitting whatever part of the monster he can reach. it feels pointless, in his panic. nothing seems to matter, it just keeps pulling and pulling — and that mouth, that goddamn mouth. Steve would rather not remember how the demogorgon nearly swallowed Jonathan's head whole with that freaky fucking flower mouth, and suddenly that's all he can think about when faced with another, in the form of a towering monster that seems determined to murder him.
keep hitting him. good plan, especially with that nasty mouth open and way too close to him for his liking. Steve can't answer, just does as he's told. a few more glancing blows that don't seem to do anything, in fact the monster only holds tighter and starts pulling back — nope, nope, whatever that means, nope. so fuck it, the staff isn't especially sharp, but stabbing it directly in the maw gets the exact reaction he hoped for. the creature gives a wheeze of discontent, and the inky black fingers suddenly unwind from his leg as it retracts.
unfortunately, all of Aerith's weight pulling him out of the window means he's going out of that window, with the monster no longer holding both of them in place. he doesn't even have the time to react to not fall on top of her, so hopefully Aerith gets out of the way on her own or she's going to have a pile of homegrown indiana boy landing on top of her. )
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and then he has to get back to fighting, putting grunted and pained effort into hitting whatever part of the monster he can reach. it feels pointless, in his panic. nothing seems to matter, it just keeps pulling and pulling — and that mouth, that goddamn mouth. Steve would rather not remember how the demogorgon nearly swallowed Jonathan's head whole with that freaky fucking flower mouth, and suddenly that's all he can think about when faced with another, in the form of a towering monster that seems determined to murder him.
keep hitting him. good plan, especially with that nasty mouth open and way too close to him for his liking. Steve can't answer, just does as he's told. a few more glancing blows that don't seem to do anything, in fact the monster only holds tighter and starts pulling back — nope, nope, whatever that means, nope. so fuck it, the staff isn't especially sharp, but stabbing it directly in the maw gets the exact reaction he hoped for. the creature gives a wheeze of discontent, and the inky black fingers suddenly unwind from his leg as it retracts.
unfortunately, all of Aerith's weight pulling him out of the window means he's going out of that window, with the monster no longer holding both of them in place. he doesn't even have the time to react to not fall on top of her, so hopefully Aerith gets out of the way on her own or she's going to have a pile of homegrown indiana boy landing on top of her. )