[His sword cuts a dizzying red-black trail through the viscous bloody walls. For a long moment, it seems like he doesn't notice her; the brushboys do, taking one last look at Akechi before fleeing past Rinoa herself as if leaving him in her hands. Inexorably, no matter how much he cuts, more flesh just closes together in front of him, driving him back a few more steps.
A glance behind him, eyes wild and crazed, and he spits a curse.]
Rinoa-san?!
[Fuck. What mask does he wear in front of her again? Which one does he have to try to pull down over his face? He grips the blunted edge of his sword with his right hand and hacks another line through the flesh.]
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A glance behind him, eyes wild and crazed, and he spits a curse.]
Rinoa-san?!
[Fuck. What mask does he wear in front of her again? Which one does he have to try to pull down over his face? He grips the blunted edge of his sword with his right hand and hacks another line through the flesh.]
Get out of here! You'll get yourself killed!