[An injured animal in the woods, cornered and encircled. Takasugi's position is unarguably one of prey. Surrounded by the creature's course, flight isn't an option.
Not that he'd ever chose to run, even if he could.
His arm hanging uselessly at his side, his sword in shards on the forest floor, Takasugi has nothing left but instinct. A fervor to break even the jaws of death should they clamp around him.
Nothing so dramatic arises.
Only Solomon, beating his wings to lift his body into the air. Like a mosquito?
That's just the concussion Takasugi probably has, buzzing in his ear.
He anticipates the beast leaving, acknowledging their stalled exchange, but he doesn't expect to be snatched along with that retreat.
Initially, all Takasugi registers is pain. His shoulder gushes blood he frankly can't afford to lose. In the time it takes him to wince, he's already too high above the ground, droplets of red disappearing from sight before they hit the dirt.
He'd cut the creature's legs off, if he had the means. Unarmed as he is, Takasugi can only reach up and attempt to pry the talon embedded in his shoulder away. Not by overpowering the monster, but by clawing away at his own flesh until the beast's hold weakens.
Hopefully enough for him to plummet back to the forest.
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Not that he'd ever chose to run, even if he could.
His arm hanging uselessly at his side, his sword in shards on the forest floor, Takasugi has nothing left but instinct. A fervor to break even the jaws of death should they clamp around him.
Nothing so dramatic arises.
Only Solomon, beating his wings to lift his body into the air. Like a mosquito?
That's just the concussion Takasugi probably has, buzzing in his ear.
He anticipates the beast leaving, acknowledging their stalled exchange, but he doesn't expect to be snatched along with that retreat.
Initially, all Takasugi registers is pain. His shoulder gushes blood he frankly can't afford to lose. In the time it takes him to wince, he's already too high above the ground, droplets of red disappearing from sight before they hit the dirt.
He'd cut the creature's legs off, if he had the means. Unarmed as he is, Takasugi can only reach up and attempt to pry the talon embedded in his shoulder away. Not by overpowering the monster, but by clawing away at his own flesh until the beast's hold weakens.
Hopefully enough for him to plummet back to the forest.
Because that's a good plan.]