[The circles become smaller; he's pacing, inching closer to Takasugi, but not striking. He's watching with a single unblinking eye -- the other remains damaged, dark and imbued with blood that leaks from there to his jaw in stringy lines. On the other hand, his wing seems to be in well enough shape compared to having it lopped off earlier on -- his arm, that is.
Arm-wing. Wing-wing now.
His words fall flat; they're comprehensible, even like this, vague but unhostile. They don't inspire much but a closer pass...
And then, all at once, he's airborne. The act sends debris here and there and the location -- goddamn trees everywhere, pose something of a challenge, but he's outta here.
Just, not without Takasugi. To whatever end is a mystery, but he's moving to pick him up the way a pterodactyl would in Jurassic Park III. Clawed turkey feet seize him by the shoulder and I'm gonna stop here in case Takasugi cuts his legs off.]
i cant believe this
Arm-wing. Wing-wing now.
His words fall flat; they're comprehensible, even like this, vague but unhostile. They don't inspire much but a closer pass...
And then, all at once, he's airborne. The act sends debris here and there and the location -- goddamn trees everywhere, pose something of a challenge, but he's outta here.
Just, not without Takasugi. To whatever end is a mystery, but he's moving to pick him up the way a pterodactyl would in Jurassic Park III. Clawed turkey feet seize him by the shoulder and I'm gonna stop here in case Takasugi cuts his legs off.]