[ As soon as Silco is able to stand on his own, Tezcatlipoca unwinds his tail from his thigh. He’s at least careful to not cut it more, but the wound still remains. Though, honestly… It might be more convenient, considering. As much as Tezcatlipoca jokes about it, he doesn’t actually expect the more, uh, colorful version of mana transfer.
Notably, he stays low in the water while Silco walks, since it’s easier for him to swim until it’s no longer practical. The dark, polluted water makes it hard to see what the problem is too, so it would seem like the capricious god’s whim, if not for the scowl on his face. Once Silco is securely on the shore, Tezcatlipoca paddles after him then uses the buoyancy of the water to at least stand on the good leg.
The extent of the damage is revealed to both of them at the same time as Tezcatlipoca looks down and sighs heavily. His obsidian leg had shattered below the knee, leaving a jagged, sharp break. He doesn’t seem to be in pain at all, and for all appearances, it truly does just look like a piece of rock, even though Silco has personally seen how it acts like anything but. ]
Yeah, took a tumble. Pain in the ass…
[ He grumbles out the last part, and it trails off into the smooth syllables of Nahuatl, but it’s to himself. Tezcatlipoca looks up at Silco and holds out his arm on the broken side, clearly asking for Silco to come be his crutch for the moment. ]
C’mon, help me out. Ain’t gonna just hop outta the surf like an idiot.
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Notably, he stays low in the water while Silco walks, since it’s easier for him to swim until it’s no longer practical. The dark, polluted water makes it hard to see what the problem is too, so it would seem like the capricious god’s whim, if not for the scowl on his face. Once Silco is securely on the shore, Tezcatlipoca paddles after him then uses the buoyancy of the water to at least stand on the good leg.
The extent of the damage is revealed to both of them at the same time as Tezcatlipoca looks down and sighs heavily. His obsidian leg had shattered below the knee, leaving a jagged, sharp break. He doesn’t seem to be in pain at all, and for all appearances, it truly does just look like a piece of rock, even though Silco has personally seen how it acts like anything but. ]
Yeah, took a tumble. Pain in the ass…
[ He grumbles out the last part, and it trails off into the smooth syllables of Nahuatl, but it’s to himself. Tezcatlipoca looks up at Silco and holds out his arm on the broken side, clearly asking for Silco to come be his crutch for the moment. ]
C’mon, help me out. Ain’t gonna just hop outta the surf like an idiot.