He understands even as it hurts, because Akira knows how that feels, too.
We can talk about it later, alright?
They must, because there's so very much that he needs to ask.]
I'll be holding you to it.
[Akira drops the kitchen knife onto the counter with a clatter, because that tussle definitely bought him enough time to get the dagger free once he stopped being paralyzed. He'd frozen for a minute, seeing the Persona, but he's in motion now. Has to be.
He will protect the place he cannot allow himself to call home.
He looks between the two that are left. Maruki had taken one down, but Akira would never think that his own physical strength is equal to a Persona's. He doesn't know if he can face it properly, the way he is right now, but...
It doesn't change the fact that he has to try, does it?]
Will weapons do anything against them?
[He asks it, but he doesn't wait for the answer.
It's a quick movement, flipping the dagger in the air and catching it with ease; it's a trick Morgana has scolded him for doing at the kitchen counter plenty of times. The flick, the spin, and the catch - that's as much time as Akira gives himself to pause, to think and collect himself, before he leaps right into action.
He springs at the one of the creatures. Its body is strong, or at least stronger than he'd expected from something that looks so frail, but he hasn't stopped building up his body in the time since he left Tokyo. There's still strength in his body.
He feels his body roll with it once, twice before it stops with Akira - thankfully - on top. Gritting his teeth, he stabs down and hopes that it can pierce.]
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He understands even as it hurts, because Akira knows how that feels, too.
We can talk about it later, alright?
They must, because there's so very much that he needs to ask.]
I'll be holding you to it.
[Akira drops the kitchen knife onto the counter with a clatter, because that tussle definitely bought him enough time to get the dagger free once he stopped being paralyzed. He'd frozen for a minute, seeing the Persona, but he's in motion now. Has to be.
He looks between the two that are left. Maruki had taken one down, but Akira would never think that his own physical strength is equal to a Persona's. He doesn't know if he can face it properly, the way he is right now, but...
It doesn't change the fact that he has to try, does it?]
Will weapons do anything against them?
[He asks it, but he doesn't wait for the answer.
It's a quick movement, flipping the dagger in the air and catching it with ease; it's a trick Morgana has scolded him for doing at the kitchen counter plenty of times. The flick, the spin, and the catch - that's as much time as Akira gives himself to pause, to think and collect himself, before he leaps right into action.
He springs at the one of the creatures. Its body is strong, or at least stronger than he'd expected from something that looks so frail, but he hasn't stopped building up his body in the time since he left Tokyo. There's still strength in his body.
He feels his body roll with it once, twice before it stops with Akira - thankfully - on top. Gritting his teeth, he stabs down and hopes that it can pierce.]