Debilitate falters, fails. Riot Gun barely glances off them before it fizzles out. He can hardly stand up straight, one leg at a sickening angle, holding himself together through sheer fury. The swirling vortex of Call of Chaos is dulled, its lifespan shortened. He's going fast. Maruki doesn't have to hold out much longer; one more good hit ought to do it, and he has that ready to go, and then they can call this off, be done with it, he can heal Akechi with the last of the energy that he has left and head back inside for the night.
A decent plan, a solid one. A plan not unlike one that would follow most other nights they've fought a little too hard.
Then the gun comes out.
There's no time. The shot fires even before Maruki's fully registered what's happening, dizzy from blood loss and pain. Akechi is too fast.
Azathoth is faster.
It all happens at once: The shot, the wall of tentacles rising up between them to tank the bullet, the boosted Raining Seeds striking down at Akechi as Maruki loses his balance and falls back onto the ground, breathing hard and panicked, hands wrapping around the blood pouring from his leg. ]
Shit–
[ Pain lances through every cell of his body, disjointed burning half-thoughts to get the gun away from Akechi as the mass of tentacles swarm him to do just that. Knock the gun away, the knife. Hold him down. Force him to break his limbs again and again to fight himself down to nothing.
Maruki staggers up to one knee. Watches. Feels faint, sickened. Feels crazed. Azathoth grows as something inside him builds. ]
If you kill me, Akechi, do you know what you'll have?
[ He stands fully then, shifting all of his weight onto his good leg, the Tentacle of Healing doing its level best. The words practically spit out of him, barbed and acidic. ]
You'll have nothing here. Nothing. There is no one who will put up with your shit the way I do. But that's what you want, isn't it? To be alone again?
[ Fuck it, have another Piercing Strike for good measure! ]
Too bad. I won't allow it. You're stuck with me, and it's exactly what you deserve.
[ Tyrant Chaos is ready on deck if he manages to make it out of all of that still psychotic and ready to kill! ]
cw violence i guess
Debilitate falters, fails. Riot Gun barely glances off them before it fizzles out. He can hardly stand up straight, one leg at a sickening angle, holding himself together through sheer fury. The swirling vortex of Call of Chaos is dulled, its lifespan shortened. He's going fast. Maruki doesn't have to hold out much longer; one more good hit ought to do it, and he has that ready to go, and then they can call this off, be done with it, he can heal Akechi with the last of the energy that he has left and head back inside for the night.
A decent plan, a solid one. A plan not unlike one that would follow most other nights they've fought a little too hard.
Then the gun comes out.
There's no time. The shot fires even before Maruki's fully registered what's happening, dizzy from blood loss and pain. Akechi is too fast.
Azathoth is faster.
It all happens at once: The shot, the wall of tentacles rising up between them to tank the bullet, the boosted Raining Seeds striking down at Akechi as Maruki loses his balance and falls back onto the ground, breathing hard and panicked, hands wrapping around the blood pouring from his leg. ]
Shit–
[ Pain lances through every cell of his body, disjointed burning half-thoughts to get the gun away from Akechi as the mass of tentacles swarm him to do just that. Knock the gun away, the knife. Hold him down. Force him to break his limbs again and again to fight himself down to nothing.
Maruki staggers up to one knee. Watches. Feels faint, sickened. Feels crazed. Azathoth grows as something inside him builds. ]
If you kill me, Akechi, do you know what you'll have?
[ He stands fully then, shifting all of his weight onto his good leg, the Tentacle of Healing doing its level best. The words practically spit out of him, barbed and acidic. ]
You'll have nothing here. Nothing. There is no one who will put up with your shit the way I do. But that's what you want, isn't it? To be alone again?
[ Fuck it, have another Piercing Strike for good measure! ]
Too bad. I won't allow it. You're stuck with me, and it's exactly what you deserve.
[ Tyrant Chaos is ready on deck if he manages to make it out of all of that still psychotic and ready to kill! ]