[ Why can Elliot not just wave his staff around and make magic happen?? He made it look so easy way back when Minato was just sitting in his kitchen listening to him sing. He was going to joke about playing the part of the rat in their test run, but that happens anyways—-
What little breath Minato is able to keep in his lungs gets knocked out of him with a swift punch in the gut, strong enough to lift his feet from the ground and send him flying what feels like meters. He vaguely feels something hit his back— the floor? no, it's the ceiling, because a moment later, his stomach plummets as he drops and hits the floor proper. The shock of it all delays the pain, and he opens his eyes to see the dust in the corridor past by with the rest of the wind, shards of ice broken down into crystals that pepper his face with cold.
And then the pain washes over him and he wishes he had blacked out instead of being left here, curling in on himself and clenching his teeth through the pain until it passes, like how he's always dealt. ]
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What little breath Minato is able to keep in his lungs gets knocked out of him with a swift punch in the gut, strong enough to lift his feet from the ground and send him flying what feels like meters. He vaguely feels something hit his back— the floor? no, it's the ceiling, because a moment later, his stomach plummets as he drops and hits the floor proper. The shock of it all delays the pain, and he opens his eyes to see the dust in the corridor past by with the rest of the wind, shards of ice broken down into crystals that pepper his face with cold.
And then the pain washes over him and he wishes he had blacked out instead of being left here, curling in on himself and clenching his teeth through the pain until it passes, like how he's always dealt. ]