[There's something to be said of a beast that springs into action with the slightest utterance. Trained, maybe, but Takasugi would hesitate to put such shackles on the frenzy Mikazuki unleashes every time he bares his fangs.
He leaves naming the creature for another time.
The guard of the two who wasn't immediately slammed into the wall loses a moment to alarm. In that second Takasugi lunges forward, sword carving an arc across his face. Blood and clear fluid spray from the man's eyes, shock keeping him from doing anything but holding his weapon forward.
His companion emerges from the small study in time to see him crumple to the ground. A yell, the man's name garbled by fear, the guard quickly redirects his light to a projectile, flinging it at Takasugi.
Flame licks his hair, singes his clothing - and more importantly, illuminates his face as he sidesteps, leaving the trajectory clear for Mikazuki to clean up.]
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He leaves naming the creature for another time.
The guard of the two who wasn't immediately slammed into the wall loses a moment to alarm. In that second Takasugi lunges forward, sword carving an arc across his face. Blood and clear fluid spray from the man's eyes, shock keeping him from doing anything but holding his weapon forward.
His companion emerges from the small study in time to see him crumple to the ground. A yell, the man's name garbled by fear, the guard quickly redirects his light to a projectile, flinging it at Takasugi.
Flame licks his hair, singes his clothing - and more importantly, illuminates his face as he sidesteps, leaving the trajectory clear for Mikazuki to clean up.]