[ While Takasugi releases the first creature, an action Mikazuki only pauses to watch as it burgeons and becomes diluted by its own freedom, a possibility he had been prepared for since they entered, he approaches the last cell. The creature inside shimmers in agitation and Mikazuki knows what might become of this encounter too, but it's all or nothing. He won't be the one to leave a single creature behind because it sees an enemy in him.
The butt of his gun collides with the lock, components sliding and clattering — and what follows is a mad rush, a cascading shriek of metal as it collides with the open space he'd granted it, weaponized limbs slashing and clawing. Mikazuki only has so much room to react with the weight of the creature across his back, feeling the paper-thin feathers glance off his cheek and leave behind three smooth cuts, only a whisper through flesh. For once, his instinct to fight back curbs, purpose rooted. It's the pelted monster that squirms uncomfortably at the blood and commotion, releasing a defensive curtain a smoke like her creature counterpart. It's ashy and putrid, just like the swamp of embers a part of her lived in once. Even for him, it takes effort not to choke on it. The scaly specimen recoils with a hiss, realizes that it no longer has to obey four walls, and retreats from the vicinity and back into the halls in a whip of silver.
Mikazuki, face bleeding, quiets again, casting a glance to Takasugi. He won't chase. There's still three, and who knows. Maybe it would find its own vengeance.
With that, he motions for the other creatures, beginning to press towards their escape. ]
There's only one more thing. [ He turns his face aside to the girl he carries. ] Cover your ears.
[ With the rest behind him, he raises his gun with its saved rounds. He unloads, arm taught and precise. The entire clip goes, into the walls, the equipment, the cells. Everything shatters under the weight of its bullets, each one spreading decay and ruin. It's not rage, finger stilling on the trigger as soon as the last shot rings out and not needing to pull again.
With any luck, it'll spread to the foundations of this place, and it'll all go up in smoke. ]
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The butt of his gun collides with the lock, components sliding and clattering — and what follows is a mad rush, a cascading shriek of metal as it collides with the open space he'd granted it, weaponized limbs slashing and clawing. Mikazuki only has so much room to react with the weight of the creature across his back, feeling the paper-thin feathers glance off his cheek and leave behind three smooth cuts, only a whisper through flesh. For once, his instinct to fight back curbs, purpose rooted. It's the pelted monster that squirms uncomfortably at the blood and commotion, releasing a defensive curtain a smoke like her creature counterpart. It's ashy and putrid, just like the swamp of embers a part of her lived in once. Even for him, it takes effort not to choke on it. The scaly specimen recoils with a hiss, realizes that it no longer has to obey four walls, and retreats from the vicinity and back into the halls in a whip of silver.
Mikazuki, face bleeding, quiets again, casting a glance to Takasugi. He won't chase. There's still three, and who knows. Maybe it would find its own vengeance.
With that, he motions for the other creatures, beginning to press towards their escape. ]
There's only one more thing. [ He turns his face aside to the girl he carries. ] Cover your ears.
[ With the rest behind him, he raises his gun with its saved rounds. He unloads, arm taught and precise. The entire clip goes, into the walls, the equipment, the cells. Everything shatters under the weight of its bullets, each one spreading decay and ruin. It's not rage, finger stilling on the trigger as soon as the last shot rings out and not needing to pull again.
With any luck, it'll spread to the foundations of this place, and it'll all go up in smoke. ]