Akechi's assault temporarily halted by Kazuya's own hands - Loki forever present, forever watching, forever brewing against his ribs, even as it hovers waiting for the second skills return. That sword is fucking useless. Every ailment hitting. Robin Hood could negate them all, and Akechi-
Refuses to switch. Unease coating him - he doesn't know what that is. Navigator instincts useless with unfamiliar abilities. An aversion to healing beyond Akechi's own desire to not be coddled. It makes him nauseous to think about and-
He tries to rip the knife out of Kazuya's chest, an attempt to grip once, twice, three times before he gives up, gloves coated in slippery blood. He wants to slice it against his throat - says as much with every vicious word falling from his lips in an unstoppable rage-
It hits.
It hurts.
And it's yet another display of power that shadows over years of work with Loki - causes him to double over, until his forehead presses against Kazuya's chest. An explosion of violent energy - almighty - ripping Loki from his soul, out of the air, back into his heart to recover. To hide behind barbs. To keep Akechi steady through grit teeth, the inside of his cheek ripped to shreds from how hard he bit down.
It fucking hurts and-
He's thrilled, for a moment. Energy seeping out of his body as if Kazuya is tugging at every single thread, unraveling him in full.
He hates it. Hates Kazuya. Hates this weakened state that happens from a single goddamn attack from
A demon King.
And he opens his mouth to say anything, but-
Nothing comes out. Muted.
Muted.
And Akechi Goro is strongest backed into a corner, with nothing left, and so-
cw: VIOLENCE, VIOLENT THOUGHTS, ATTEMPTED STRANGULATION OH KAZUYA
Akechi's assault temporarily halted by Kazuya's own hands - Loki forever present, forever watching, forever brewing against his ribs, even as it hovers waiting for the second skills return. That sword is fucking useless. Every ailment hitting. Robin Hood could negate them all, and Akechi-
Refuses to switch. Unease coating him - he doesn't know what that is. Navigator instincts useless with unfamiliar abilities. An aversion to healing beyond Akechi's own desire to not be coddled. It makes him nauseous to think about and-
He tries to rip the knife out of Kazuya's chest, an attempt to grip once, twice, three times before he gives up, gloves coated in slippery blood. He wants to slice it against his throat - says as much with every vicious word falling from his lips in an unstoppable rage-
It hits.
It hurts.
And it's yet another display of power that shadows over years of work with Loki - causes him to double over, until his forehead presses against Kazuya's chest. An explosion of violent energy - almighty - ripping Loki from his soul, out of the air, back into his heart to recover. To hide behind barbs. To keep Akechi steady through grit teeth, the inside of his cheek ripped to shreds from how hard he bit down.
It fucking hurts and-
He's thrilled, for a moment. Energy seeping out of his body as if Kazuya is tugging at every single thread, unraveling him in full.
He hates it. Hates Kazuya. Hates this weakened state that happens from a single goddamn attack from
A demon King.
And he opens his mouth to say anything, but-Nothing comes out. Muted.
Muted.
And Akechi Goro is strongest backed into a corner, with nothing left, and so-
He lunges for Kazuya's neck with both hands.]