[Embers disperse violently, shooting to crest against the stone of ceiling and floor alike. They don't leave so much as a black mark in their wake, heat quickly snuffed by the stone's chill.
The first contact Mikazuki makes echoes in skidded footsteps and a sharp intake of breath. It's not loud enough to resonate uncomfortably, but it delivers a pang of acute awareness of sound.
Soon there will be more than three.
Takasugi doesn't intend to meet them with his blade drawn, but neither does he sheath it.
Not when he's been seen, and though his order has been so comfortably received and delivered, it will need modified. He approaches the crumpled body of the third man and slips the tip of his blade into the man's bruising throat.
Enough to puncture voice box - maybe enough to kill. Either result suits him fine.
There's only a thin line of blood left flowing on the man's neck when he slides his blade back into its scabbard. He looks to Mikazuki - his eyes adjusted to the dark, maybe, or maybe he just sees more in the boy's face when he's fresh from working flesh and bone beneath his hands.
It's a lingering glance, one that requires the full tilt of his head to break as Takasugi turns to leave the scene.]
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The first contact Mikazuki makes echoes in skidded footsteps and a sharp intake of breath. It's not loud enough to resonate uncomfortably, but it delivers a pang of acute awareness of sound.
Soon there will be more than three.
Takasugi doesn't intend to meet them with his blade drawn, but neither does he sheath it.
Not when he's been seen, and though his order has been so comfortably received and delivered, it will need modified. He approaches the crumpled body of the third man and slips the tip of his blade into the man's bruising throat.
Enough to puncture voice box - maybe enough to kill. Either result suits him fine.
There's only a thin line of blood left flowing on the man's neck when he slides his blade back into its scabbard. He looks to Mikazuki - his eyes adjusted to the dark, maybe, or maybe he just sees more in the boy's face when he's fresh from working flesh and bone beneath his hands.
It's a lingering glance, one that requires the full tilt of his head to break as Takasugi turns to leave the scene.]