"Not easy? Not easy?! You are easy! EASY!” He violently gestured at Tonio, sending a spell at the man and ripping his armor off him, sending him tumbling into the bushes. Anthony could feel the life energy of several of the wildlife around him suddenly be ripped out to power his spell. “Oh. Oh by the Vishanti! I— I— Antonio! Vishanti please don’t be—” He rushed the the place where he had sent Tonio. “Tonio!” He called frantically.
"I- … Antho-" Antonio stepped closer, holding his hands up in a ‘harmless’ gesture, about to tell him to calm down, when the man sent a spell at him, tearing the armor off him. He hadn’t felt this vulnerable since Stane kidnapped him as a child and Antonio had built the armor, swearing to himself he’d never let anyone hurt him like that again. Obviously, he failed, but … he tried to keep that promise to his young self anyway. Well … there were others. But this …
Tonio crashed through several branches and bushes, coming to a halt in a bush that he prayed to whatever was listening did not have poison ivy in it. He didn’t know what that might look like, but it sounded bad. He gingerly stood up, thankful to the bacterial armor that at least that hadn’t left him (though he didn’t think he could really survive without it) and that it saved him from broken bones. He looked back to Anthony “Many people have taken delight in hurting me in my life … I didn’t think you were one of them.”