[Akechi falls back the instant that the hand lets go off him. Screwing his eyes tightly shut to prevent any more of the hot tears slipping past his guard, he curls up on the ground. His breathing is abrupt as he keeps gasping for air while holding his injured arm close to his body.
The pain is almost too much, threatening to overwhelm all his senses. But then there is the distant scream, one that is cut short before it even properly begins, trashing sounds from water. Akechi can guess what is going on. And more importantly he knows what he needs to do, damned be the pain!
Taking a deep breath, Akechi grits his teeth together and clumsily pushes him up. The movement feels like sharp daggers on his wrist, radiating the sting all over his arm. Then, placing his left hand on top of the crate to gain some support, he jumps quickly from behind his hiding place to face Gogol properly. For a brief, yet heavey moment, the angry red eyes glare right at his opponent. The idiot was going to regret leaving his left hand working.]
Let's go, Loki! [He shouts and all of the sudden blue flames appear underneath his feet, snaking up along his body. And in the blink of an eye his usual attire changes, turning into a black and grey body suit, with a beak-like mask covering his face. From the flames a twisted looking figure morphs behind him. Sitting leisurely on top of his sword, grinning an ugly red smile down at the humans under him.
The pained grimace on Akechi's lips is gone, replaced by equally sadistic grin as what Gogol had worn just a moment ago.]
Get ready-- [Akechi growls, his healthy hand reaching to grab on the edge of his mask only to tear it off.] Laevatein!
[And with that command Loki moves, swiftly jumping up from his gigantic blade and turning it on Gogol. The sword swings in the air and is aiming to hit the opponent. Better move quickly, Clown! ]
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The pain is almost too much, threatening to overwhelm all his senses. But then there is the distant scream, one that is cut short before it even properly begins, trashing sounds from water. Akechi can guess what is going on. And more importantly he knows what he needs to do, damned be the pain!
Taking a deep breath, Akechi grits his teeth together and clumsily pushes him up. The movement feels like sharp daggers on his wrist, radiating the sting all over his arm. Then, placing his left hand on top of the crate to gain some support, he jumps quickly from behind his hiding place to face Gogol properly. For a brief, yet heavey moment, the angry red eyes glare right at his opponent. The idiot was going to regret leaving his left hand working.]
Let's go, Loki! [He shouts and all of the sudden blue flames appear underneath his feet, snaking up along his body. And in the blink of an eye his usual attire changes, turning into a black and grey body suit, with a beak-like mask covering his face. From the flames a twisted looking figure morphs behind him. Sitting leisurely on top of his sword, grinning an ugly red smile down at the humans under him.
The pained grimace on Akechi's lips is gone, replaced by equally sadistic grin as what Gogol had worn just a moment ago.]
Get ready-- [Akechi growls, his healthy hand reaching to grab on the edge of his mask only to tear it off.] Laevatein!
[And with that command Loki moves, swiftly jumping up from his gigantic blade and turning it on Gogol. The sword swings in the air and is aiming to hit the opponent. Better move quickly, Clown! ]