Orpheus is right behind him, and for a moment, he looks like nothing less than a very unfortunate civilian who just wandered into a fight he has no chance of surviving.
And then he starts to play.
Orpheus' music is always beautiful, sometimes achingly so, but this is a very different sort of beauty, and it has a very different sort of effect. Orpheus walks as he plays, and any stray bullets that Sam's tactics don't manage to turn his way seem to just...slip around Orpheus, changing trajectory mid-air to avoid the musician.
His song is quiet--acoustic guitar has no chance of being heard over a firefight--but it hardly matters. The music slides underneath the cacophony, reverberating beneath the sounds of bullets and explosions. It resounds a deep anger throughout the building.
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And then he starts to play.
Orpheus' music is always beautiful, sometimes achingly so, but this is a very different sort of beauty, and it has a very different sort of effect. Orpheus walks as he plays, and any stray bullets that Sam's tactics don't manage to turn his way seem to just...slip around Orpheus, changing trajectory mid-air to avoid the musician.
His song is quiet--acoustic guitar has no chance of being heard over a firefight--but it hardly matters. The music slides underneath the cacophony, reverberating beneath the sounds of bullets and explosions. It resounds a deep anger throughout the building.
The foundation begins to crack.