[The moment Akechi peels himself from him, drops into the dirt, the fight is over. He's won. He can take his- prize.
It'll be the last attack he makes, the last one he needs to. Akechi is down but still awake. Not for long, though.
That fury that Akechi has, the hate and rage that burn in his chest. The malicious intent and sweet negativity. He doesn't need to reach out to him to physically attack him again. With a clench of his hand, he'll yank those emotions out of him in a bloody crimson Vampiric Mist to absorb and feast on them.
It fuels him. Strengthens him further as he pulls the knife from his chest with a grunt. For a moment, Kazuya contemplates dropping it back next to him. It would be polite to return it, wouldn't it?
But it's also a trophy of his win, the petty part of him argues. He glances to Akechi, and then to the knife in his hand.
cw: what lexy said but also thats a wrap, folks
It'll be the last attack he makes, the last one he needs to. Akechi is down but still awake. Not for long, though.
That fury that Akechi has, the hate and rage that burn in his chest. The malicious intent and sweet negativity. He doesn't need to reach out to him to physically attack him again. With a clench of his hand, he'll yank those emotions out of him in a bloody crimson Vampiric Mist to absorb and feast on them.
It fuels him. Strengthens him further as he pulls the knife from his chest with a grunt. For a moment, Kazuya contemplates dropping it back next to him. It would be polite to return it, wouldn't it?
But it's also a trophy of his win, the petty part of him argues. He glances to Akechi, and then to the knife in his hand.
And takes his leave.]