[Solomon's right - Takasugi would fare better against the beast. He wouldn't end up with his guts on display in front of him, stuck in place in a sick reversal of insect pinning.
As clear as the tangled viscera dangling from the creature's claw is the other man's apparent death wish. It's not too strange a sight - Takasugi doesn't fear for his life, nor does he hope for future dawns, But he'd never let his days end in a dismal bog.
The blonde's anger, only flecked by anguish, isn't a surprise; when Takasugi's eye widens, it isn't incredulous, it's eager.
There isn't a creature in this swamp who isn't a monster.]
Ah.
Your suit's ruined. [He makes wry commentary, rather than approach with any intention to help.]
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As clear as the tangled viscera dangling from the creature's claw is the other man's apparent death wish. It's not too strange a sight - Takasugi doesn't fear for his life, nor does he hope for future dawns, But he'd never let his days end in a dismal bog.
The blonde's anger, only flecked by anguish, isn't a surprise; when Takasugi's eye widens, it isn't incredulous, it's eager.
There isn't a creature in this swamp who isn't a monster.]
Ah.
Your suit's ruined. [He makes wry commentary, rather than approach with any intention to help.]