Dolphus enjoyed the laws of physics so very much right then, as his head slammed into Ari’s side, likely not moving her whatsoever, the rest of his body accordioned accordingly, and the whole thing plummeted to the ground shortly after, only held aloft by Ari’s somewhat absent-minded grip.
Dolphus tried desperately to rub the shoulder of his one arm despite being barely able to touch it. Ari abruptly dropping the soldier and meandering off across the sand was extremely unhelpful, and Dolphus looked between her and the soldier with panicked eyes which tried to hide the utter disappointment he was harboring for Ari right now.
You could kill him now.
Dolphus closed his eyes and sighed deeply. And then what, blame it on Mako? No. Not here, not now.
So, with a weary groan, Dolphus grabbed the soldier by the back of the collar and dragged him along the beach at a rapid pace, easily catching up with Ari before she made a fool of herself.
…And once that fantasy had past, and Dolphus had stopped making hissed breathing noises through his teeth at the condition of his shoulder, he grabbed the soldier by the back of the collar and struggled along, barely making it eight feet before he abruptly stopped. His fingers loosened, lightly traveling over the soldier as his attention was rapidly refocused elsewhere.
The Caelin’s Hand.
At that point, the ghost sailors had done the majority of the repairs, and it was comparatively much better than it had been before, although a little patchy in its appearance. But to Dolphus, it looked beyond totaled, as if someone had ripped across it with a dagger. The Caelin’s Hand was truly beyond repair despite all the repairs happening don’t look at that part.
“No.” His knees sunk into the sand as the last vestige of color left his face. “N-No…”