[Kazuya's grin only increases as a familiar scent wafts toward him. Brief. Fleeting. Gone in a breath, but it's still notable. Kazuya knows how Akechi feels, and that's enough for him from someone who refuses to acknowledge anything on his own.
A hand ends up on his hip, stance cocky and sure, even in the face of Akechi's griping. He watches as another monster lunges to take a bite, watches as Akechi readies himself and-
Snaps his fingers.
Another explosion far too close for comfort, something just shy of aggressive on his own part, but never enough to be considered a real attack. An accident. A "Whoops, it's been a second and I'm relearning".
Akechi will know better.]
That one almost got you too! I think you're losing your touch, Akechi. Want me to take care of the crowd for you?
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A hand ends up on his hip, stance cocky and sure, even in the face of Akechi's griping. He watches as another monster lunges to take a bite, watches as Akechi readies himself and-
Snaps his fingers.
Another explosion far too close for comfort, something just shy of aggressive on his own part, but never enough to be considered a real attack. An accident. A "Whoops, it's been a second and I'm relearning".
Akechi will know better.]
That one almost got you too! I think you're losing your touch, Akechi. Want me to take care of the crowd for you?