[Letting out a yelp of surprise as he's dragged to the centre of the gravity well, 9S' vision shorts out for a second, the alarming sensation of connections sparking in his behind his eyes as the magic disorients him as effectively as a blow to the head.
No longer held by his field, 9S' sword falls to the ground in front of Syrlya.
He doesn't have time to regain his footing when he's magically lifted, arms and legs flailing. Oh no. Without any mobility of his own, there's no way he'll be able to avoid whatever Syrlya throws at him next.
Maybe if he... It's not something he's tried before. Instead of overworking his circuits to expand his field and repel those near him away, 9S tries manipulating that repulsive force into one that would push him down to try and both counteract the magical levitation and avoid the lunge from the phantasm.]
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No longer held by his field, 9S' sword falls to the ground in front of Syrlya.
He doesn't have time to regain his footing when he's magically lifted, arms and legs flailing. Oh no. Without any mobility of his own, there's no way he'll be able to avoid whatever Syrlya throws at him next.
Maybe if he... It's not something he's tried before. Instead of overworking his circuits to expand his field and repel those near him away, 9S tries manipulating that repulsive force into one that would push him down to try and both counteract the magical levitation and avoid the lunge from the phantasm.]