[ despite the situation, despite the snake turning around, its dead-looking eyes fixing on the two of them — charles laughs, twirling the bat in his hand before he steps one foot back, gripping the bat with both hands.
because, here's the thing: he never felt particularly smart at school, never found studying easy, only scraped through with sheer persistence. and one might think that of course a guy who isn't good in the classroom, who can never quite sit still, would go for sports — but that's only part of the truth. because on the pitch, standing with a bat clutched in his hands, was the only time he felt smart. he could see what play the opposing team were going for based on nothing but their movements; he could keep calm, analyse the field, choose the best strategy without any instruction.
and, perhaps most important, he could feel the curve of the ball in his wrist, could eyeball some triangles and trajectories and know exactly how to get the ball there.
so junpei throws the rock, and charles swings — the bat connects with the rock with a sound loud as a bullet, and he sends it barreling through the air with a beautiful curve, right at the side of the snake's head. ]
Run! [ his yell cuts the air at the same time as the snake's body collides with the nearest building, the magical force of the bat transferred into the rock. it won't be enough to kill it... but it will take it a moment to get back up again, so this is their chance.
and true to his word, charles too turns and starts running as fast as he can — and as soon as he catches up to junpei, he'll grab his hand so as to make sure they won't get separated when running through the streets. ]
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because, here's the thing: he never felt particularly smart at school, never found studying easy, only scraped through with sheer persistence. and one might think that of course a guy who isn't good in the classroom, who can never quite sit still, would go for sports — but that's only part of the truth. because on the pitch, standing with a bat clutched in his hands, was the only time he felt smart. he could see what play the opposing team were going for based on nothing but their movements; he could keep calm, analyse the field, choose the best strategy without any instruction.
and, perhaps most important, he could feel the curve of the ball in his wrist, could eyeball some triangles and trajectories and know exactly how to get the ball there.
so junpei throws the rock, and charles swings — the bat connects with the rock with a sound loud as a bullet, and he sends it barreling through the air with a beautiful curve, right at the side of the snake's head. ]
Run! [ his yell cuts the air at the same time as the snake's body collides with the nearest building, the magical force of the bat transferred into the rock. it won't be enough to kill it... but it will take it a moment to get back up again, so this is their chance.
and true to his word, charles too turns and starts running as fast as he can — and as soon as he catches up to junpei, he'll grab his hand so as to make sure they won't get separated when running through the streets. ]