He had been waiting on a word. On a movement. The motion or the appearance of a gun. (An opening. Anything. Minato could not stay stationary, nor did Kaworu wish him to. He might protect himself, but he might protect them both and - Before hand may have called for more reaction. A sort of violence. A reassurance that he was there hurt them both, and -)
He did not need to think.
His fingers were already on Minato's shoulder, pulling him back and out of the way. He was already casting Asuka a sidelong glance. Confirming her position. Behind him. Before stepping in the line of fire.
She would pull the trigger, he knew. It was a matter of timing it before she did. (And even so, he did not wish to harm her. Understood her intent. Understood her reasons. To her, he was the enemy. To her, he might always be. He did not blame her.)
It would take an eye blink. A simple pull for cover. (And he could feel it thrumming beneath his skin. Waiting. Could feel the - )
As soon as she pulled the trigger, the A.T. Field would manifest itself.
no subject
He did not need to think.
His fingers were already on Minato's shoulder, pulling him back and out of the way. He was already casting Asuka a sidelong glance. Confirming her position. Behind him. Before stepping in the line of fire.
She would pull the trigger, he knew. It was a matter of timing it before she did. (And even so, he did not wish to harm her. Understood her intent. Understood her reasons. To her, he was the enemy. To her, he might always be. He did not blame her.)
It would take an eye blink. A simple pull for cover. (And he could feel it thrumming beneath his skin. Waiting. Could feel the - )
As soon as she pulled the trigger, the A.T. Field would manifest itself.