[ He shoots her a grin that's a little sharper than his usual ones - yeah, he knows exactly what he did. At least it'll end this drawn out waiting, right?
The wind pricks at him, cooling overheated skin that burns from an adrenaline that has no where else to go. It's - not an experience he's had for a long time, not since his first missions when he was a kid. The waiting doesn't get to him anymore, not really, doesn't make his veins flood with a chemical that's useless to him as long as all he has to do is stand still and watch, doesn't leave him feeling jittery and too aware like he is now.
It would almost be a relief when it swoops down except for the fact that it goes for Shepard first. Sam's moving as soon as his brain catches up with him. It's too big for him to attempt to jump up on it without catching its attention and having it avoid him. Instead, he grabs the branch of the nearest tree and hauls himself up, grateful for whatever Shepard's doing that distracts it and keeps it on the ground just a moment longer.
Another branch, a little higher, and then he kicks off, using the force he gets from the tree and angling himself mid-air to avoid the JubJub's wings and slam into its back. Before he can launch his own attack, he scrambles to stay on, legs clamping down tight and grabbing a fist full of feathers. ]
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The wind pricks at him, cooling overheated skin that burns from an adrenaline that has no where else to go. It's - not an experience he's had for a long time, not since his first missions when he was a kid. The waiting doesn't get to him anymore, not really, doesn't make his veins flood with a chemical that's useless to him as long as all he has to do is stand still and watch, doesn't leave him feeling jittery and too aware like he is now.
It would almost be a relief when it swoops down except for the fact that it goes for Shepard first. Sam's moving as soon as his brain catches up with him. It's too big for him to attempt to jump up on it without catching its attention and having it avoid him. Instead, he grabs the branch of the nearest tree and hauls himself up, grateful for whatever Shepard's doing that distracts it and keeps it on the ground just a moment longer.
Another branch, a little higher, and then he kicks off, using the force he gets from the tree and angling himself mid-air to avoid the JubJub's wings and slam into its back. Before he can launch his own attack, he scrambles to stay on, legs clamping down tight and grabbing a fist full of feathers. ]