[The reason Saito tasked her with stopping the other beast is none other than he wished to relish in this meager high a little longer. Granted, given what the victim was, it wasn't enough to shook his entire being, but it proved to be enough to spur some happy chemicals in him. Though he's only able to bask in that blissful state of mind for a little while, until the gunshot from Mizuki's Evolver brings him back to the reality surrounding him. After the all-too-familiar sound reverberates, he unhurriedly turns his head to look. And exasperation kicks in instead.
That brat. Apparently, while she excels in physical prowess, she lacks in brains. Or aim. Or both.
Now that he's out of rounds, he needs her to take that creature down more than ever. If it turned to him instead, he'd be in for some (more) potential bruises, at best. Before he can properly think this through, he's getting up, yanking the knife out of the male's corpse—]
Move!
[—and rushing in to shove her out of danger. However, with the threat's trajectory curving sideways at the last second, he is the one knocked off his feet, and sent toppling onto the ground (for the second time that day), falling on his side; with the knife landing just a couple of inches away from him.
Scrambling, Saito sits up and reaches out his arm backwards, a grunt escaping him in response to the pang in his shoulder. He manages to recover the knife but, the creature seems tirelessly ready to pounce, now with a good advantage over him. From that angle, he can't go for its throat or any other vital points before those tusks can pierce his flesh.]
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That brat. Apparently, while she excels in physical prowess, she lacks in brains. Or aim. Or both.
Now that he's out of rounds, he needs her to take that creature down more than ever. If it turned to him instead, he'd be in for some (more) potential bruises, at best. Before he can properly think this through, he's getting up, yanking the knife out of the male's corpse—]
Move!
[—and rushing in to shove her out of danger. However, with the threat's trajectory curving sideways at the last second, he is the one knocked off his feet, and sent toppling onto the ground (for the second time that day), falling on his side; with the knife landing just a couple of inches away from him.
Scrambling, Saito sits up and reaches out his arm backwards, a grunt escaping him in response to the pang in his shoulder. He manages to recover the knife but, the creature seems tirelessly ready to pounce, now with a good advantage over him. From that angle, he can't go for its throat or any other vital points before those tusks can pierce his flesh.]