[Ion thrusts his arms out in front of him when the wall appears--twisting the hand holding the saw away from his body so he doesn't stab himself--he knows immediately he can't stop in time, but he figures he can take the force of the blow with them and stop himself from being too badly stunned.
Still, the force of the sudden impact forces him to stop for an instant--which at this point could be crucial with how close the retrieval units are getting.
Ion pivots on his foot, the saw scraping awkwardly against the wall as he turns, ignoring the way his lungs and his heart and his everything feels like it's hammering for him to take it easy and barrels onward head-over-heels so it looks as if he could tip over at any second.
He can't afford to waste any of his rapidly dwindling energy to speak, even if he wants to.]
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Still, the force of the sudden impact forces him to stop for an instant--which at this point could be crucial with how close the retrieval units are getting.
Ion pivots on his foot, the saw scraping awkwardly against the wall as he turns, ignoring the way his lungs and his heart and his everything feels like it's hammering for him to take it easy and barrels onward head-over-heels so it looks as if he could tip over at any second.
He can't afford to waste any of his rapidly dwindling energy to speak, even if he wants to.]