[ The scream feels like it knocks the air right out of him, and Atsumu hunches forward as he clutches at his chest, a surprised wheezing sound escaping from him. He's felt soul crushing misery eating away inside of him before when he was force fed a substance called Kenoma, and endured a pain almost as bad when Yima expunged it out of him.
But pain is one thing, and it neither of those experiences left him with the same bone-chilling sense of fear that this silent scream did. This is not Atsumu's first experience with monsters that exist on these broken bits of world, but he's barely better prepared to deal with him than last time he encountered one.
So when Mamoru tells him to get behind him, he's not about to argue. ]
You don't have to tell me twice.
[ Atsumu scrambles to stand back upright, hustling behind the man as he watches the unnerving creature, somehow made worse with one oozing orifice where a face once was.
He still has a sword, having not been fully willing to part with it despite having shown how piss poor his swordsmanship is, but he's also strapped a few other weapons onto him that he's been testing out lately. He pulls one of them out from beneath the coat he's wearing, a small, thin knife that won't do him a lick of good if that creature decides to make this into a melee fight, but should have some pretty good range while being just weighty enough to have some oomph if he decides to throw it. ]
The hell is that thing?
[ The little one, but also the bigger creature as well. ]
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But pain is one thing, and it neither of those experiences left him with the same bone-chilling sense of fear that this silent scream did. This is not Atsumu's first experience with monsters that exist on these broken bits of world, but he's barely better prepared to deal with him than last time he encountered one.
So when Mamoru tells him to get behind him, he's not about to argue. ]
You don't have to tell me twice.
[ Atsumu scrambles to stand back upright, hustling behind the man as he watches the unnerving creature, somehow made worse with one oozing orifice where a face once was.
He still has a sword, having not been fully willing to part with it despite having shown how piss poor his swordsmanship is, but he's also strapped a few other weapons onto him that he's been testing out lately. He pulls one of them out from beneath the coat he's wearing, a small, thin knife that won't do him a lick of good if that creature decides to make this into a melee fight, but should have some pretty good range while being just weighty enough to have some oomph if he decides to throw it. ]
The hell is that thing?
[ The little one, but also the bigger creature as well. ]