[Exactly. Grab onto his hand, and he'll grasp in turn, his grip tight enough where his nails might even dig into her skin.
But between that and the use of his powers in an already weakened state, he'll only have just enough strength for one final effort. But what an effort it is, the moment the shadows hiss, one of them leaping up over the table and lunging right at his face. Henry doesn't feel panic, or fear--those emotions rarely reach him, these days--but only the ever-familiar bright bloom of anger churning in his chest. If something's going to try to claw his eyes out, then he's going to make them regret it.
A huge burst of force billows out from Henry; it can only be described as a psychic blast that pushes outward, formidable enough to upend tables and chairs and probably send a bookshelf or two reeling. Tomes gone flying, pages torn from their spines. His grip on Sprezzatura remains iron (for now), but it might send her tousling aside, too, yanking at the joints of both of their shoulders. The table careens away, and they'll be crashing to the floor without it to keep Henry balanced.
Hopefully, that's enough to properly dislodge her from both shadows, because. Well. He's not going to have much in the tank left after that.]
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But between that and the use of his powers in an already weakened state, he'll only have just enough strength for one final effort. But what an effort it is, the moment the shadows hiss, one of them leaping up over the table and lunging right at his face. Henry doesn't feel panic, or fear--those emotions rarely reach him, these days--but only the ever-familiar bright bloom of anger churning in his chest. If something's going to try to claw his eyes out, then he's going to make them regret it.
A huge burst of force billows out from Henry; it can only be described as a psychic blast that pushes outward, formidable enough to upend tables and chairs and probably send a bookshelf or two reeling. Tomes gone flying, pages torn from their spines. His grip on Sprezzatura remains iron (for now), but it might send her tousling aside, too, yanking at the joints of both of their shoulders. The table careens away, and they'll be crashing to the floor without it to keep Henry balanced.
Hopefully, that's enough to properly dislodge her from both shadows, because. Well. He's not going to have much in the tank left after that.]