[A complete shitshow. That's what the hell is going on. Akechi snarling and throwing a kid, the guy he's fighting can apparently attack with teleporting? And--
An entire rowboat is jettisoned towards him??]
Shit!
[Instinct helps him throw himself to the side, and a quick flash of light disturbs it's trajectory, as though it had hit a solid object and rebounded-- one obstacle down, but as he rushes forward in the boats wake, sharp metal cracks up with enough force to rip through leather and cloth and flesh alike, gashing and ripping up a calf.
Shinjiro chokes back whatever noise he might have made at that-- it's agonizing, but whatever, it's a fight. He's bled before, he'll bleed again, and it's nowhere near the worst pain he's ever felt. Shut it out.
The kid is yelling about time, something huge is crashing behind him and he's just going to have to trust Akechi's judgment that the clown is the antagonist here. 5 seconds? Alright.
It's just enough time to cross that distance, hobbled as he is by the jagged tear from the offensive fences, and shout to Rolo.]
Be ready to move, kid!
[Because he is going to swing that huge fucking battle axe right as their time elapses, and would really prefer if the hostage weren't in the way.]
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An entire rowboat is jettisoned towards him??]
Shit!
[Instinct helps him throw himself to the side, and a quick flash of light disturbs it's trajectory, as though it had hit a solid object and rebounded-- one obstacle down, but as he rushes forward in the boats wake, sharp metal cracks up with enough force to rip through leather and cloth and flesh alike, gashing and ripping up a calf.
Shinjiro chokes back whatever noise he might have made at that-- it's agonizing, but whatever, it's a fight. He's bled before, he'll bleed again, and it's nowhere near the worst pain he's ever felt. Shut it out.
The kid is yelling about time, something huge is crashing behind him and he's just going to have to trust Akechi's judgment that the clown is the antagonist here. 5 seconds? Alright.
It's just enough time to cross that distance, hobbled as he is by the jagged tear from the offensive fences, and shout to Rolo.]
Be ready to move, kid!
[Because he is going to swing that huge fucking battle axe right as their time elapses, and would really prefer if the hostage weren't in the way.]