[Oh. That sure is a rowboat?? That this idiot just pulls out of his coat?? Sure, ok. Akechi guesses he's seen weirder hit happen in Metaverse, so better not to dwell in the absurdity of it. But this confirms one fact: that the coat appears to be the source of Gogol's powers. Dismantling him should take a priority.
Easier said than done, though. They sure have a bunch of ragtag super powered teens fighting a clown. While they really are unbalanced when it comes to numbers, five(?) against one they are still outmatched -- at least as long a they stay uncoordinated like this, going blindly against their opponent without having a proper plan of action.
Akechi struggles back to his feet, clutching on his injured hand next to his own body. Loki, however, has assumed back to his leisured position on top of his sword, grinning at the chaos spread out in front of him. His lip, sown tightly shut, keep pulling on the sutures as he cackles silently at the silly humans.
'Is it truly this man you are mad at? Or the powers in this world?' The Persona whispers to Akechi's mind, who is now breathing hard and glaring angrily at Gogol, feeling the madness bloom within him. 'If that is so, we have a way to tear him into pieces - along with the rest of them.' And that is the final push he need. He might have lost his weapons but it doesn't mean he's completely out of the game yet, not at all.]
Aragaki--, Aim for his arm. [He growls a direction as the other Persona user is rushing towards him, swinging that axe of his. Then with a deep laughter he turns his attention back to Gogol.]
Loki, break him! [And with that command the Demon moves again, swinging the gigantic blade at Gogol -- this time aiming at the fabric of the cape, uncaring about any collateral damage the blade could cause. Sorry Rolo.]
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Easier said than done, though. They sure have a bunch of ragtag super powered teens fighting a clown. While they really are unbalanced when it comes to numbers, five(?) against one they are still outmatched -- at least as long a they stay uncoordinated like this, going blindly against their opponent without having a proper plan of action.
Akechi struggles back to his feet, clutching on his injured hand next to his own body. Loki, however, has assumed back to his leisured position on top of his sword, grinning at the chaos spread out in front of him. His lip, sown tightly shut, keep pulling on the sutures as he cackles silently at the silly humans.
'Is it truly this man you are mad at? Or the powers in this world?' The Persona whispers to Akechi's mind, who is now breathing hard and glaring angrily at Gogol, feeling the madness bloom within him. 'If that is so, we have a way to tear him into pieces - along with the rest of them.' And that is the final push he need. He might have lost his weapons but it doesn't mean he's completely out of the game yet, not at all.]
Aragaki--, Aim for his arm. [He growls a direction as the other Persona user is rushing towards him, swinging that axe of his. Then with a deep laughter he turns his attention back to Gogol.]
Loki, break him! [And with that command the Demon moves again, swinging the gigantic blade at Gogol -- this time aiming at the fabric of the cape, uncaring about any collateral damage the blade could cause. Sorry Rolo.]