( ooc: sorry for the delay on this one, you guys! )
( he can first feel the flickering warmth from the flames that the demon attempts to summon, and that causes his stomach to twist in apprehension, fearing remaining in such dangerous and close quarters with the demon, their claws, and whatever other magic assaults they might be able to make. so it’s a rush of sudden relief when the magic is viscerally interrupted by sebastian jamming sharp steel into their forearm and twisting the blade until its physical construction is compromised. even with the pain surging through chest from the deep gouges the demon’s claws had created, makoto can’t help but smile at the calm, casual brutality — he can’t help but appreciate the efficiency of another demon’s work, after all.
they might have interrupted the first spell their quarry attempted to use against them, but there is nothing they can do about the sudden burst of light that illuminates the enclosed space of the alleyway. makoto instinctually squeezes his eyes shut against it, of course, but they are no more or no less sensitive than that of an average human; he can adjust, and perhaps a little faster than sebastian might, but that might take far too much time in such a precarious moment.
because of this, much like before, makoto feels what gen does as it tremors through the ground rather than sees it: something tears loose from underfoot and crashes into vaelakar, both winding them and knocking them off-balance before they can continue to cut makoto down so they can turn to their other assailants. then the earth claims one of his legs once again, and though they had been able to get out of just an impediment of the terrain, there’s no swift escape to be had with makoto holding onto them with the talons of his wings and the brutal snap of their ankle broken in gen’s continued earthen grasp.
gen is right. this is their moment — it must happen now.)
Sebastian, now! ( he attempts to rally the other demon and draw him towards his voice, fumbling for the blade he had kept hidden in the interior of his jacket. the familiar pain of the sharp edge in the handle greets him with the slick warmth of blood, but he ignores it, flipping his grip so he can stab its cruel length repeatedly into the demon’s chest — all while he produces a fistful of flame in his left hand, blinking tears out of his eyes and regaining enough of his vision just in time to palm-slam it into vaelakar’s face. )
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( he can first feel the flickering warmth from the flames that the demon attempts to summon, and that causes his stomach to twist in apprehension, fearing remaining in such dangerous and close quarters with the demon, their claws, and whatever other magic assaults they might be able to make. so it’s a rush of sudden relief when the magic is viscerally interrupted by sebastian jamming sharp steel into their forearm and twisting the blade until its physical construction is compromised. even with the pain surging through chest from the deep gouges the demon’s claws had created, makoto can’t help but smile at the calm, casual brutality — he can’t help but appreciate the efficiency of another demon’s work, after all.
they might have interrupted the first spell their quarry attempted to use against them, but there is nothing they can do about the sudden burst of light that illuminates the enclosed space of the alleyway. makoto instinctually squeezes his eyes shut against it, of course, but they are no more or no less sensitive than that of an average human; he can adjust, and perhaps a little faster than sebastian might, but that might take far too much time in such a precarious moment.
because of this, much like before, makoto feels what gen does as it tremors through the ground rather than sees it: something tears loose from underfoot and crashes into vaelakar, both winding them and knocking them off-balance before they can continue to cut makoto down so they can turn to their other assailants. then the earth claims one of his legs once again, and though they had been able to get out of just an impediment of the terrain, there’s no swift escape to be had with makoto holding onto them with the talons of his wings and the brutal snap of their ankle broken in gen’s continued earthen grasp.
gen is right. this is their moment — it must happen now. )
Sebastian, now! ( he attempts to rally the other demon and draw him towards his voice, fumbling for the blade he had kept hidden in the interior of his jacket. the familiar pain of the sharp edge in the handle greets him with the slick warmth of blood, but he ignores it, flipping his grip so he can stab its cruel length repeatedly into the demon’s chest — all while he produces a fistful of flame in his left hand, blinking tears out of his eyes and regaining enough of his vision just in time to palm-slam it into vaelakar’s face. )