[ Koromaru offers Shinjiro a small nod and an "arf arf!" before turning to Rolo. He barks at the teen sharply and nudges at his good leg's shin. The water's rising fast. Fortunately, Koromaru's a strong swimmer. If Rolo hangs onto him, he'll start doggy paddling them to safety, trusting Shinjiro to handle the organ down below.
Minato fares worse, miasma hands digging into the flesh of his leg. His will to wrest himself free fades as something whispers in his ear to succumb, to give himself to the abyss. But then there's maniacal laughter, a sound so unlike the quiet words that promised to shield him from the terrors of the world by turning his back to it all.
The hands suddenly let go of him accompanied with a shrill screech, finding themselves stabbed over and over again. Minato uses that opening to move out of the way of Akechi's onslaught, but not before the blade's driven itself through his shoulder. He barely feels it; the pain blurs in combination with how much everything else hurts too. It's why he can't necessarily say throwing Akechi his sword was a bad idea, given that the other teen's attack freed him from the hands. He's perfectly content to trade the single wound for escaping the cursed hands.
Akechi doesn't get any words of gratitude. Instead, Minato retrieves his Evoker with his good arm to summon Horus. The giant bird circles overhead and drops pillars of light on the hands closest to Minato and Akechi.
The water's not receding. Lingering about any longer means the hands' attacks will continue, and it doesn't look like Akechi's particularly invested in trying to get away. At this rate, the other teen will meet his demise here too. Reasoning with him seems futile, but Minato tries anyways: ]
Akechi! We have to go!
[ The hands are back and clawing at him, but he can't tell anymore whether they're real or not. ]
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Minato fares worse, miasma hands digging into the flesh of his leg. His will to wrest himself free fades as something whispers in his ear to succumb, to give himself to the abyss. But then there's maniacal laughter, a sound so unlike the quiet words that promised to shield him from the terrors of the world by turning his back to it all.
The hands suddenly let go of him accompanied with a shrill screech, finding themselves stabbed over and over again. Minato uses that opening to move out of the way of Akechi's onslaught, but not before the blade's driven itself through his shoulder. He barely feels it; the pain blurs in combination with how much everything else hurts too. It's why he can't necessarily say throwing Akechi his sword was a bad idea, given that the other teen's attack freed him from the hands. He's perfectly content to trade the single wound for escaping the cursed hands.
Akechi doesn't get any words of gratitude. Instead, Minato retrieves his Evoker with his good arm to summon Horus. The giant bird circles overhead and drops pillars of light on the hands closest to Minato and Akechi.
The water's not receding. Lingering about any longer means the hands' attacks will continue, and it doesn't look like Akechi's particularly invested in trying to get away. At this rate, the other teen will meet his demise here too. Reasoning with him seems futile, but Minato tries anyways: ]
Akechi! We have to go!
[ The hands are back and clawing at him, but he can't tell anymore whether they're real or not. ]