Nothing seems out of the ordinary to him, but the former ARC Trooper falls back onto old habits. He figures, with a sigh, that the boy has moved on already. And if he hasn't, then he should go and check the other floor before moving on completely.
That, however, doesn't happen.
The way the racks suddenly burst out toward him, much like an explosion; screeching cacophony cut short as the weight of wire and metal crash into braced arms, swiftly knocking him to the ground under clouds of dust filling the air. His own reaction is caught between a trigger of memories and trying to tread metaphorical water to keep himself from drowning in them, gasping and coughing as he struggles to breathe and untangle himself from the trap, pushing the racks off with his legs.
A glimpse of Boba climbing over the racks forces him to work faster to get back onto his feet. "Wait!" With a grimace, Echo pushes himself off of the floor, almost slipping on the wires strewn about. That doesn't stop him from breaking into another sprint after the poor boy, this time fully intending to bodily tackle him to the ground if he isn't planning on listening.
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That, however, doesn't happen.
The way the racks suddenly burst out toward him, much like an explosion; screeching cacophony cut short as the weight of wire and metal crash into braced arms, swiftly knocking him to the ground under clouds of dust filling the air. His own reaction is caught between a trigger of memories and trying to tread metaphorical water to keep himself from drowning in them, gasping and coughing as he struggles to breathe and untangle himself from the trap, pushing the racks off with his legs.
A glimpse of Boba climbing over the racks forces him to work faster to get back onto his feet. "Wait!" With a grimace, Echo pushes himself off of the floor, almost slipping on the wires strewn about. That doesn't stop him from breaking into another sprint after the poor boy, this time fully intending to bodily tackle him to the ground if he isn't planning on listening.