[Kozmotis curses his unfortunate luck, to share a face with the dark spirit. He was the person that it had modeled its face from, it impersonated him--not flawlessly, mind you, now that most of the dust was gone from him it was fairly obvious that Kozmotis actually glowed dimly instead of sucking all the light from around him.
He jumps as the boomerang is knocked away with a clatter. This is taking time that they're not likely to have.
He gingerly kneels, laying the stick he'd been using as a crutch of sorts on the ground lest it be mistaken as a weapon, holds up his hands. He hopes that's still a universal sign of 'I mean no harm.']
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He jumps as the boomerang is knocked away with a clatter. This is taking time that they're not likely to have.
He gingerly kneels, laying the stick he'd been using as a crutch of sorts on the ground lest it be mistaken as a weapon, holds up his hands. He hopes that's still a universal sign of 'I mean no harm.']