[For a brief moment, there was a small smirk when the target was hit. Yet, that success wasn’t enough to obtain victory.
As he thought, abilities are ineffective so he had to think out of the box, throw any mundane objects. Still, it wasn’t enough to bring this man down. It brought forth more ideas, but it was cut short the moment Dazai spoke and the detective’s eyes widen.
Close combat, the worst scenario for him. He had something to counter close range by disorienting the space around him with Rashomon. Even in a reflex, a dark beast merges from the man’s coat, Rashomon, letting out a roar and rippling the air. The boy’s body fling backward, instinctively trying to create space between them. Even with Rashomon, the man’s fist shattered the beast’s barrier to deliver the blow right into the boy’s gut. Akutagawa choked as the air is shot out of him, falling forward.
Old memory surfaced. It’s the same as they first met, the Man in Black, four years ago. Then again with his teacher. He didn’t build endurance as his mafioso self. Still, hurts.
He’s on the floor, curling his stomach.]
Urg.. The other one punched harder.
[Was that suppose to be an insult, or compliment?]
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As he thought, abilities are ineffective so he had to think out of the box, throw any mundane objects. Still, it wasn’t enough to bring this man down. It brought forth more ideas, but it was cut short the moment Dazai spoke and the detective’s eyes widen.
Close combat, the worst scenario for him. He had something to counter close range by disorienting the space around him with Rashomon. Even in a reflex, a dark beast merges from the man’s coat, Rashomon, letting out a roar and rippling the air. The boy’s body fling backward, instinctively trying to create space between them. Even with Rashomon, the man’s fist shattered the beast’s barrier to deliver the blow right into the boy’s gut. Akutagawa choked as the air is shot out of him, falling forward.
Old memory surfaced. It’s the same as they first met, the Man in Black, four years ago. Then again with his teacher. He didn’t build endurance as his mafioso self. Still, hurts.
He’s on the floor, curling his stomach.]
Urg.. The other one punched harder.
[Was that suppose to be an insult, or compliment?]