[ Still having the man by the arm, Mikazuki feels the impact of Atsushi's hit tremor through his grip as he crumples face-first into the ground. With a dark crinkle of his brow, he releases him, trying to catch his breath after the force of the wind spell had threatened to rob his lungs of it completely. It's over quickly, but that's how Mikazuki prefers it when an enemy gets it into their mind that they're going to underestimate him, them, because they're young.
With that same expression heavy in the lines of his face, like a switch that had been flipped from the brightness in the way Mikazuki learns things, he reaches for the gun in his waistband, arm straightening smoothly afterwards like a sight at the end of the barrel. ]
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With that same expression heavy in the lines of his face, like a switch that had been flipped from the brightness in the way Mikazuki learns things, he reaches for the gun in his waistband, arm straightening smoothly afterwards like a sight at the end of the barrel. ]