[Akechi's screaming, Minato is slumping on the ground, and then there's that burst of fluorescent colour again. Just like last time, when Rolo had yelled out that he had five seconds.
Usually he'd probably just take the sword and walk away, leaving Akechi to stumble and be disarmed and catch up later-- but he's fucking done with this night and this guy. There's already a post-adrenaline unease building up in his gut that sick sort of dread that comes from realization-- that Akechi might have been the problem here after all. (He should have held back. He shouldn't have gotten swept up in the fight and swung, should have figured out what the fuck is going on--)
His fist cracks into Akechi's stopped time for him to wake up to, a gnarly hook right into the side of his head. There's probably frustration and aggressive projection there, but-- one thing at a time. They have the organ. The threats are mostly dealt with. After swinging, he'll sidestep the pink bubble of effect, calling out to Rolo.]
Who d'you want me to call to pick you up?
[It's an exhausted sigh as he says it. Please just go down, Akechi, he's fucking tired. He probably should be asking Rolo 'yo what the FUCK' but honestly... they're too fucked up. Everything burns and his eyes itch. He doesn't even really feel alive, thanks to that miasma going on.
They just gotta call someone and pass that baton over.]
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Usually he'd probably just take the sword and walk away, leaving Akechi to stumble and be disarmed and catch up later-- but he's fucking done with this night and this guy. There's already a post-adrenaline unease building up in his gut that sick sort of dread that comes from realization-- that Akechi might have been the problem here after all. (He should have held back. He shouldn't have gotten swept up in the fight and swung, should have figured out what the fuck is going on--)
His fist cracks into Akechi's stopped time for him to wake up to, a gnarly hook right into the side of his head. There's probably frustration and aggressive projection there, but-- one thing at a time. They have the organ. The threats are mostly dealt with. After swinging, he'll sidestep the pink bubble of effect, calling out to Rolo.]
Who d'you want me to call to pick you up?
[It's an exhausted sigh as he says it. Please just go down, Akechi, he's fucking tired. He probably should be asking Rolo 'yo what the FUCK' but honestly... they're too fucked up. Everything burns and his eyes itch. He doesn't even really feel alive, thanks to that miasma going on.
They just gotta call someone and pass that baton over.]