[ With the path clear and the final man's attention on whether or not he hits Takasugi, Mikazuki uses that lapse to his advantage. Over the body he goes, leaving it haphazard but still breathing as ordered, barely a space for a reaction as he shoulder checks the guard to throw him off his balance. It's quieter than slamming him into a wall for a sturdier vantage — there's not enough time for that. Here, there are three, but Mikazuki knows there will be more.
Ribs compress beneath the force of his hit, and Mikazuki pivots, drives his palm up into his jaw to quell coughing before it starts. There's a snap, not enough to indicate a break, but definitely one that will ruin his sight for the split second he needs. Its one smooth motion, the way he grabs the guard's throat, fingertips crushing into the arteries and muscles beneath skin. He lifts until the struggling subsides, and things seem to slow for a moment as he lowers the body to the ground, catching his breath in one exhale.
There's commotion elsewhere in the building. It's time to leave, but he doesn't make the first move, not until he's told to go. ]
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Ribs compress beneath the force of his hit, and Mikazuki pivots, drives his palm up into his jaw to quell coughing before it starts. There's a snap, not enough to indicate a break, but definitely one that will ruin his sight for the split second he needs. Its one smooth motion, the way he grabs the guard's throat, fingertips crushing into the arteries and muscles beneath skin. He lifts until the struggling subsides, and things seem to slow for a moment as he lowers the body to the ground, catching his breath in one exhale.
There's commotion elsewhere in the building. It's time to leave, but he doesn't make the first move, not until he's told to go. ]