[ The noise makes Akira wince, even scolding himself for not accompanying Elliot when he went to retrieve his staff. For now, he'll count it as a blessing that it's only a broken nose and nothing worse.
Except it's hard when he sees the blood, there are so many worries—what if he dies? What if they die? Even if they have power, they can fight this, and they can make it out... What if they don't? Those kind of thoughts are easier to brush off. He's used to being a pessimist, so he grits his teeth and glares at Kaneshiro who does a little shimmy and spin like he's on the disco floor.
His legs feel like lead, but he forces himself up and in front of Elliot. It's fine. They're fine.
"Haa? What's this?! You're some cheeky low lives, y'know. I'm almost impressed!"
Is it weird that these dark thoughts only make him feel more alive? It's strange, isn't it? With a shallow breath, Akira pulls out his dagger before attempting to lacerate their enemy in a series of quick swipes. The fly squeals like his pig, trying to crawl and climb back into his precious Piggyton. He's considerably damaged and they only need to land a couple of hits in to finish him off, but this one thought creeps up and stops Akira completely.
It's your fault your friends are suffering.
Gripping ]
It's... my fault.
[ The grip on the hilt only tightens, nails digging into his palm, as his mind shuts down completely. Unfortunately, Kaneshiro makes his escape back onto the pig, but it still need some more time to recharge. ]
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Except it's hard when he sees the blood, there are so many worries—what if he dies? What if they die? Even if they have power, they can fight this, and they can make it out... What if they don't? Those kind of thoughts are easier to brush off. He's used to being a pessimist, so he grits his teeth and glares at Kaneshiro who does a little shimmy and spin like he's on the disco floor.
His legs feel like lead, but he forces himself up and in front of Elliot. It's fine. They're fine.
"Haa? What's this?! You're some cheeky low lives, y'know. I'm almost impressed!"
Is it weird that these dark thoughts only make him feel more alive? It's strange, isn't it? With a shallow breath, Akira pulls out his dagger before attempting to lacerate their enemy in a series of quick swipes. The fly squeals like his pig, trying to crawl and climb back into his precious Piggyton. He's considerably damaged and they only need to land a couple of hits in to finish him off, but this one thought creeps up and stops Akira completely.
It's your fault your friends are suffering.
Gripping ]
It's... my fault.
[ The grip on the hilt only tightens, nails digging into his palm, as his mind shuts down completely. Unfortunately, Kaneshiro makes his escape back onto the pig, but it still need some more time to recharge. ]