[ Time progresses but it's only him that it leaves behind. Any thought towards his own defence have become sluggish. Too slow to react, and that's what matters in the end. Something as simple as an elbow to the side is enough to push him out of ideal alignment to dodge anything anymore.
The demonic blade slices through the clavicle like butter. The upwards curve of it catches on the clasp keeping the Overcoat attached. The very last thing that the platinum haired man is able to do with any strategic thought in mind is reach one last time through his Ability to snatch Akechi's talisman. Both his hand and the protective paper are pulled back through as the mantle is peeled from him. The momentum of the metal flings it off to the side and instead of holding on Nikolai lets it find salvation from what's about to happen.
It isn't until the axe skirts just barely past his arm and instead embeds itself into his abdomen that he knows he's going to die. His arm lifts to push the axe from the flesh but the motion is aborted halfway: he knows with that kind of bodily trauma his own blood is quickly beginning to pool inside the cut through and ruptured internals.
It's painful, very painful. Not the most pain he's been in but notable in its brutality. He chokes on his laughter for as long as he's able to. Shinji is really the only one who decided to take him on in close proximity so he reaches his less mangled arm out to try to grab at him with all his strength. If he can manage to grab him by the neck he will. The intention is to hold him in place.
Gogol pushes a mouthful of bright red blood out from his humorlessly curled lips as to make it trickle in a steady stream to the phtalo green water gathering around their feet. Making eye contact with Shinji Gogol mouths something inaudible with a strained grin.
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The demonic blade slices through the clavicle like butter. The upwards curve of it catches on the clasp keeping the Overcoat attached. The very last thing that the platinum haired man is able to do with any strategic thought in mind is reach one last time through his Ability to snatch Akechi's talisman. Both his hand and the protective paper are pulled back through as the mantle is peeled from him. The momentum of the metal flings it off to the side and instead of holding on Nikolai lets it find salvation from what's about to happen.
It isn't until the axe skirts just barely past his arm and instead embeds itself into his abdomen that he knows he's going to die. His arm lifts to push the axe from the flesh but the motion is aborted halfway: he knows with that kind of bodily trauma his own blood is quickly beginning to pool inside the cut through and ruptured internals.
It's painful, very painful. Not the most pain he's been in but notable in its brutality. He chokes on his laughter for as long as he's able to. Shinji is really the only one who decided to take him on in close proximity so he reaches his less mangled arm out to try to grab at him with all his strength. If he can manage to grab him by the neck he will. The intention is to hold him in place.
Gogol pushes a mouthful of bright red blood out from his humorlessly curled lips as to make it trickle in a steady stream to the phtalo green water gathering around their feet. Making eye contact with Shinji Gogol mouths something inaudible with a strained grin.
"Good luck☆" ]