Oh, he is angry. I knew he would be, but I didn't know I'd be able to hear it so clearly in his voice, even despite the slight oddity that comes from it being filtered through the helmet, among other things.
Still, because he's trying order me around, and I'm confused and frustrated with him, and with myself for letting this get out of hand, I kick my feet a bit and try to get him to put me down without really managing to form words. Bit too dizzy still for that.
He holds me tighter, but I'm sure that's just to keep me from jarring too much as he runs.
It doesn't work out, for either of us, and I'm disoriented enough that the only reason I realize he's put me down is that suddenly I'm not moving anymore.
I shake my head a bit, which makes it throb, and put my free hand to the back of my hand. It comes away bloody, and I hope that I don't end up with another streak of white in my hair over this. One is mysterious and intriguing, any more and I start to look old.
Then I look up, out, and Takatora is fighting with all of the incredible grace I'm used to seeing from him. His sword and the shield work in concert, sometimes he uses the usually defensive one offensively, and vice versa.
It's kind of incredible, and I grin a little drunkenly to myself, because while it's Takatora's skill and ability and training, it's my technology that allowed him the armor and weapons.
My free hand, the one that's streaked with blood now, reflexively goes to find my quiver, but it's missing. That's a shame.
Anyway, it's not like Takatora needs my assistance, and I take the time that he's cleaning up the last of this little rush of Inves to claw my way back to my feet, using the tree behind me as support, so I'm standing, if swaying slightly, when Takatora returns to me.
Despite everything, and the screaming he's undoubtedly going to do at me, I will walk out of this place under my own power.
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Still, because he's trying order me around, and I'm confused and frustrated with him, and with myself for letting this get out of hand, I kick my feet a bit and try to get him to put me down without really managing to form words. Bit too dizzy still for that.
He holds me tighter, but I'm sure that's just to keep me from jarring too much as he runs.
It doesn't work out, for either of us, and I'm disoriented enough that the only reason I realize he's put me down is that suddenly I'm not moving anymore.
I shake my head a bit, which makes it throb, and put my free hand to the back of my hand. It comes away bloody, and I hope that I don't end up with another streak of white in my hair over this. One is mysterious and intriguing, any more and I start to look old.
Then I look up, out, and Takatora is fighting with all of the incredible grace I'm used to seeing from him. His sword and the shield work in concert, sometimes he uses the usually defensive one offensively, and vice versa.
It's kind of incredible, and I grin a little drunkenly to myself, because while it's Takatora's skill and ability and training, it's my technology that allowed him the armor and weapons.
My free hand, the one that's streaked with blood now, reflexively goes to find my quiver, but it's missing. That's a shame.
Anyway, it's not like Takatora needs my assistance, and I take the time that he's cleaning up the last of this little rush of Inves to claw my way back to my feet, using the tree behind me as support, so I'm standing, if swaying slightly, when Takatora returns to me.
Despite everything, and the screaming he's undoubtedly going to do at me, I will walk out of this place under my own power.
It's just a concussion. I'm not dying.