[Every single move is stunning, Chipp finds himself thinking - the way he pulls out Barachiel's shield almost on instinct, how fluid he is in the way he launches himself through the air... the big guy almost can't help but watch, as if for just a moment, a split second Ezra's not just his opponent but a spectacle of divinity. It's a split second that makes something in Chipp's chest squeeze tight at the thought, something unconscious clawing at his gut, little flames of guilt already trying to lick up at the back of his mind -
And it's the perfect split second for those chains to whiz toward him like that, wrapping around him without any issue at all. Chipp may be strong... but he isn't fast in the least; the moment he registers the restraints, he has no way to dodge. He doesn't bother trying to fight the restraints, though. No struggling. Instead, he looks up at Ezra...
... And grins? Or, he tries to - the screen of his keeps cutting out entirely, even as it does its best to keep its fangs bright and bared.]
Bad fuckin' plan, Ezra!
[The chains are strong, powerful enough to keep him in one spot as the other careens toward him, but you know what else those chains are? A closed circuit. Ezra may as well have grabbed a powerline, wrapping up a technomancer like Chipp in a chain that connects to his own arm - The powerful blast of electricity he sends shooting up it should almost be expected at this point.]
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It's a split second that makes something in Chipp's chest squeeze tight at the thought, something unconscious clawing at his gut, little flames of guilt already trying to lick up at the back of his mind -
And it's the perfect split second for those chains to whiz toward him like that, wrapping around him without any issue at all. Chipp may be strong... but he isn't fast in the least; the moment he registers the restraints, he has no way to dodge.
He doesn't bother trying to fight the restraints, though. No struggling.
Instead, he looks up at Ezra...
... And grins?
Or, he tries to - the screen of his keeps cutting out entirely, even as it does its best to keep its fangs bright and bared.]
Bad fuckin' plan, Ezra!
[The chains are strong, powerful enough to keep him in one spot as the other careens toward him, but you know what else those chains are?
A closed circuit. Ezra may as well have grabbed a powerline, wrapping up a technomancer like Chipp in a chain that connects to his own arm -
The powerful blast of electricity he sends shooting up it should almost be expected at this point.]