[ Somehow, Yato's alarm bells ring even louder at the deliberate title given to him, along with that accusation: high treason and conspiracy with a god who has only ever shown disdain toward him in his memories. And before he can puzzle over that word used for Yukine, weapons are being drawn. Everything is moving too quickly.
He sees Yukine falling beside him. Before Yato can move to help, he catches movement at the corner of his eye. His body moves ahead of his mind; he's drawing his sword to redirect one spear thrust and pivoting to avoid another before he can even register how utterly boned he and Yukine are. ]
Yuki! Yuki!!
[ He calls, if only to get a response.
The katana in his hands is battered and scorched down to the inch, except for its edge. The edge is sharpened to liveliness, bright and even as it dances with Yato to cut at the horses beneath the spears. If he can't defeat every one of these cavalrymen in a straightforward fight, then maybe chaos can buy him some time. ]
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He sees Yukine falling beside him. Before Yato can move to help, he catches movement at the corner of his eye. His body moves ahead of his mind; he's drawing his sword to redirect one spear thrust and pivoting to avoid another before he can even register how utterly boned he and Yukine are. ]
Yuki! Yuki!!
[ He calls, if only to get a response.
The katana in his hands is battered and scorched down to the inch, except for its edge. The edge is sharpened to liveliness, bright and even as it dances with Yato to cut at the horses beneath the spears. If he can't defeat every one of these cavalrymen in a straightforward fight, then maybe chaos can buy him some time. ]