[ Akira is actually knocked down by the elbowing, sitting there like nothing actually matters. Instead of standing back up, he pulls his knees a bit closer. The monster itself takes a step back as its tail finally forms as the last piece. It's menacing, unlike any Shadow they've seen so far. It closes its mouth, looking almost innocent as it twists his neck to look its head to create the most uncomfortable head tilt.
"Why fight for him when he won't fight for himself?"
The parameters, the Velvet Room, and now this—a feeling of ultimate helplessness. The battle begins with a twist of the scenery; veins spread on the Retrospec walls as the white color is painted red, pulsing like they're inside of a dying heart.
Like a game, it shows status ailments and Akira is obviously inflicted with Despair. The mask doesn't smile nor grin, but the air around it reeks of arrogance. Its neck unwinds its head back before is rises above them, letting out a shrill shriek that makes them both susceptible to status effects. When that's done, it comes charging in with canines bared, ready to take a chomp out of Goro's pretty face.
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"Why fight for him when he won't fight for himself?"
The parameters, the Velvet Room, and now this—a feeling of ultimate helplessness. The battle begins with a twist of the scenery; veins spread on the Retrospec walls as the white color is painted red, pulsing like they're inside of a dying heart.
Like a game, it shows status ailments and Akira is obviously inflicted with Despair. The mask doesn't smile nor grin, but the air around it reeks of arrogance. Its neck unwinds its head back before is rises above them, letting out a shrill shriek that makes them both susceptible to status effects. When that's done, it comes charging in with canines bared, ready to take a chomp out of Goro's pretty face.
It wants his face. ]