[ Part of him had known it would happen this way, wry beyond his years and always prepared for it. Mikazuki has no weapons to put down, but that makes him more difficult to unarm.
Get is the only word that Mikazuki has to hear leave Takasugi's mouth before he's less emerging from the darkness and more bursting from it, his rush for the first man low. An equally low center of gravity swiftly rising has his target being slammed against a wall by his gut and thrown to the ground with barely a chance to yell out in reaction. A scuffle, a sharp breath, the impact of flesh that sounds sickeningly... watery.
There's a strange depression of lungs and a stranger sound that accompanies it when Mikazuki lets that first man go, turning to see who else is close enough to go for. ]
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Get is the only word that Mikazuki has to hear leave Takasugi's mouth before he's less emerging from the darkness and more bursting from it, his rush for the first man low. An equally low center of gravity swiftly rising has his target being slammed against a wall by his gut and thrown to the ground with barely a chance to yell out in reaction. A scuffle, a sharp breath, the impact of flesh that sounds sickeningly... watery.
There's a strange depression of lungs and a stranger sound that accompanies it when Mikazuki lets that first man go, turning to see who else is close enough to go for. ]