He doesn't thank Germany for catching him, or even acknowledge how totally awesome his little brother is, as all of these things are truths that he is certain Germany is aware of. Really, that whole thing with the talking and then the kneeing right in England's fucking face? Prussia is convinced he could hardly have improved on that himself. Pure beauty, that was.
Prussia circles around to stand just behind and to West's side, planning his next attack for once. This becomes especially critical when England casts his levitation spell, because Prussia is no idiot. The last thing he needs is to get hit on the head by a heavy rock or piece of debris, and it's obvious that England isn't aiming. Covering fire, then.
It's just a shame that combat is the specialty of Prussia. He knows he needs to move quickly. The simple fact is that if they let England take protection from his rocks, then he could build up the stamina and concentration for a more powerful attacking spell.
Or he could, you know, pull a gun. That is also a thing he could do.
Plan formed, Prussia darts in, head tucked down and an arm in front of his face to deflect anything that might fly at him. His initial steps seem to take him straight towards the centre of England's mass, the likeliest blow would be perhaps a crouched tackle into the older man's stomach or ribs. However, a quick twist, and his shoulder is connecting against England, driving him back against the wall whilst Prussia's hands find wrist and upper arm, just above the elbow.
Then he twists England's arm.
Though ordinarily he would hesitate to use his full strength -leave the heavy hitting to big, bulky West and take advantage of his own smaller, more agile build to strike rapidly- Prussia is pissed. Though he protected his head well enough, he's bruised from the debris flung by England's spell. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if some of his ribs are cracked from a particularly large stone. That, and he did not appreciate being thrown around like he's nothing.
So when he twists, it's with every bit of strength he can muster, until he feels and hears the bone give way under the torque.
Method RPing is a totally valid form of tag writing. /herds teal deer
Prussia circles around to stand just behind and to West's side, planning his next attack for once. This becomes especially critical when England casts his levitation spell, because Prussia is no idiot. The last thing he needs is to get hit on the head by a heavy rock or piece of debris, and it's obvious that England isn't aiming. Covering fire, then.
It's just a shame that combat is the specialty of Prussia. He knows he needs to move quickly. The simple fact is that if they let England take protection from his rocks, then he could build up the stamina and concentration for a more powerful attacking spell.
Or he could, you know, pull a gun. That is also a thing he could do.
Plan formed, Prussia darts in, head tucked down and an arm in front of his face to deflect anything that might fly at him. His initial steps seem to take him straight towards the centre of England's mass, the likeliest blow would be perhaps a crouched tackle into the older man's stomach or ribs. However, a quick twist, and his shoulder is connecting against England, driving him back against the wall whilst Prussia's hands find wrist and upper arm, just above the elbow.
Then he twists England's arm.
Though ordinarily he would hesitate to use his full strength -leave the heavy hitting to big, bulky West and take advantage of his own smaller, more agile build to strike rapidly- Prussia is pissed. Though he protected his head well enough, he's bruised from the debris flung by England's spell. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if some of his ribs are cracked from a particularly large stone. That, and he did not appreciate being thrown around like he's nothing.
So when he twists, it's with every bit of strength he can muster, until he feels and hears the bone give way under the torque.