Vile. Vicious. Brutal. Air charged with a god's unrelenting power and it
pummels.
Wraps tight around throat, body, and soul - a persona that can warp and distort at the helm of everything.
For once, it feels like Maruki's wish is being fulfilled. Every matched parry, slam of body against ground, crack of weapon against flesh, bless against curse.
Call of Chaos buffered again and again - erratic, and free, against newly unleashed and indomitable. Barbed words running loose - Akechi doesn't know what he's saying. It's all caustic, meant to hurt, meant to distract, meant to provoke. Maruki doesn't waver - never does. Tonight is different.
They stop at this point, on a normal evening, before their limbs go numb and minds turn from static to dull fuzz. They don't. Akechi doesn't. Maruki doesn't. No end to it - it's a fight to the death, but not a physical one. Destroy a mind, a soul.
Everything is clear - more than it's ever been. Throat numb from chattering. Words stop flowing as easy. It's serious.
He hates Maruki.
He hates Maruki.
He hates Maruki.
Call of Chaos again - over and over. More times than he's ever done it in a row - it's thrilling, enthralling. Loki blooming and churning as he dodges those grotesque eyes in mass.
One hits - Dizzy afflicts and he feels his world turn upside down with the sudden attack.
More words flow - cruel as ever. Voice hoarse and he continues to strike with Riot Gun. An extensive attack that might hit, despite his waning vision.
He doesn't care - he's never felt more alive and -
As Riot Gun barrages, Akechi puts itself in the midst. Harisen Recovery done as he charges forward, moves closer.
They keep going.
They don't stop. ]
What a goddamn tantrum you're throwing - it's so pathetic. You're so worthless. You're nothing - absolutely nothing!
[The knife he's spent-
Hours. It feels hours trying to slash against flesh and bone - he can't get close enough to rip his face apart. It doesn't stop him trying to do it again and again. Aiming for face, for neck, for chest - aims to kill, aims to hurt.]
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Vile. Vicious. Brutal. Air charged with a god's unrelenting power and it
pummels.
For once, it feels like Maruki's wish is being fulfilled. Every matched parry, slam of body against ground, crack of weapon against flesh, bless against curse.Wraps tight around throat, body, and soul - a persona that can warp and distort at the helm of everything.
Call of Chaos buffered again and again - erratic, and free, against newly unleashed and indomitable. Barbed words running loose - Akechi doesn't know what he's saying. It's all caustic, meant to hurt, meant to distract, meant to provoke. Maruki doesn't waver - never does. Tonight is different.
They stop at this point, on a normal evening, before their limbs go numb and minds turn from static to dull fuzz. They don't. Akechi doesn't. Maruki doesn't. No end to it - it's a fight to the death, but not a physical one. Destroy a mind, a soul.
Everything is clear - more than it's ever been. Throat numb from chattering. Words stop flowing as easy. It's serious.
He hates Maruki.He hates Maruki.
Call of Chaos again - over and over. More times than he's ever done it in a row - it's thrilling, enthralling. Loki blooming and churning as he dodges those grotesque eyes in mass.One hits - Dizzy afflicts and he feels his world turn upside down with the sudden attack.
More words flow - cruel as ever. Voice hoarse and he continues to strike with Riot Gun. An extensive attack that might hit, despite his waning vision.
He doesn't care - he's never felt more alive and -
As Riot Gun barrages, Akechi puts itself in the midst. Harisen Recovery done as he charges forward, moves closer.
They keep going.
They don't stop. ]
What a goddamn tantrum you're throwing - it's so pathetic. You're so worthless. You're nothing - absolutely nothing!
[The knife he's spent-
Hours. It feels hours trying to slash against flesh and bone - he can't get close enough to rip his face apart. It doesn't stop him trying to do it again and again. Aiming for face, for neck, for chest - aims to kill, aims to hurt.]
You'll die back here - I'll make sure of it!