Even in the frantic activity of the battle, his attention narrowed to the man in front of him and his blade, a part of Jim's mind is with Ellie. The nature of a warship is that everyone is focused on specific, (and in the case of the Roci) non-redundant tasks; but the captain needs to be able to keep a pulse on everyone. Multitasking, he's joked dryly, the real job description of what he does. (Did.)
So he knows when she's got the case, when she's retreated back to her griffon. And his relief is palpable, despite everything else happening. At least the weapon is safe with Ellie, at least she's with the relative safety of Artichoke, what happens to him now is a more trivial matter.
As trivial as anything can be when there is a very big man bearing down on you in several kilos of armor and a blade red with blood.
Mostly, for the record, others'; though Jim is sporting a few gashes from strikes he didn't dodge or block in time. The soldier closes in, and what happens is — not entirely deliberate. A flash of green light bursts from his anchor in the flurry of movement, and it's enough to throw the man backwards. Jim turns on his heel and runs like hell, all but leaping onto the griffon behind Ellie.
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So he knows when she's got the case, when she's retreated back to her griffon. And his relief is palpable, despite everything else happening. At least the weapon is safe with Ellie, at least she's with the relative safety of Artichoke, what happens to him now is a more trivial matter.
As trivial as anything can be when there is a very big man bearing down on you in several kilos of armor and a blade red with blood.
Mostly, for the record, others'; though Jim is sporting a few gashes from strikes he didn't dodge or block in time. The soldier closes in, and what happens is — not entirely deliberate. A flash of green light bursts from his anchor in the flurry of movement, and it's enough to throw the man backwards. Jim turns on his heel and runs like hell, all but leaping onto the griffon behind Ellie.
"Go, go!"