[He'd expected the crunching of ribs- and probably the guy being knocked down onto the dock incapacitated for enough time for them to grab Rolo and regroup. After all: nothing he'd ever fought had gone down that easily--
But maybe he's just never fought a normal human like this: with a weapon, going all out with the assumption that they were overpowered. The weight of the axe head sinks, meeting and eliminating the thin resistance of flesh and viscera, bringing them unfortunately face to face. (Had this how he looked when he'd died, too? Self-satisfied, nearly content?)
The hand gripping his neck is barely noticed as they go down with the force of the swing, his eyes locked onto Gogol's expression with a confusion that seems to edge on horror, but not quite making the cross. While the guy still breathes, he sure did just kill him.
...Was this what he'd meant by collateral damage? Clearly not. There's no way he would have known who would arrive. Anyway, thinking and processing is for later-- he pulls and steps back, letting the axe fall to his side to offer a hand to Rolo just as the water begins to roil and swell and push, surging up higher to their ankles, inky and chtonic and dangerous.]
There's still the Miasma to deal with--
[Hands. Singing. A horrific sound and a terrifying sight as Minato and Akechi are grasped at. Maybe this is really the phase 2.]
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But maybe he's just never fought a normal human like this: with a weapon, going all out with the assumption that they were overpowered. The weight of the axe head sinks, meeting and eliminating the thin resistance of flesh and viscera, bringing them unfortunately face to face. (Had this how he looked when he'd died, too? Self-satisfied, nearly content?)
The hand gripping his neck is barely noticed as they go down with the force of the swing, his eyes locked onto Gogol's expression with a confusion that seems to edge on horror, but not quite making the cross. While the guy still breathes, he sure did just kill him.
...Was this what he'd meant by collateral damage? Clearly not. There's no way he would have known who would arrive. Anyway, thinking and processing is for later-- he pulls and steps back, letting the axe fall to his side to offer a hand to Rolo just as the water begins to roil and swell and push, surging up higher to their ankles, inky and chtonic and dangerous.]
There's still the Miasma to deal with--
[Hands. Singing. A horrific sound and a terrifying sight as Minato and Akechi are grasped at. Maybe this is really the phase 2.]