[ it's true, they'd faced more dangerous adversaries before, and in more dire circumstances. these two are a pair that have fought and lived through hell and back, after all, literally, so it doesn't take much to damper the hope that they'll get through this again...
but there's perhaps one big thing about these enemies that are so unlike the ones they'd dealt with before. and that's the sheer number of them. dozens? yes. hundreds? no. not yet, anyway, but these things kept coming and coming and there really doesn't seem to be any end to it and they are just two people with powers severely cut down from what they're used to.
she's already panting, and poor tsubaki's already so close to tapping out. and kurosaki-kun, for all that his confidence and bravado, surely can't be too far behind. she can still feel his reiatsu, wavering. they're lucky enough that he had his sword with him, but pretty sure she has a feeling a sword is all it's going to be. and then what?
but it can't end here, can it? they can't let it. ]
...not as bad as it smells. [ it's a weak little joke, but an attempt at one nonetheless. she holds up a hand, waving it in the air in front of her nose. ] Maybe if we let them smell each other long enough, they'll all get sick and drop dead!
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but there's perhaps one big thing about these enemies that are so unlike the ones they'd dealt with before. and that's the sheer number of them. dozens? yes. hundreds? no. not yet, anyway, but these things kept coming and coming and there really doesn't seem to be any end to it and they are just two people with powers severely cut down from what they're used to.
she's already panting, and poor tsubaki's already so close to tapping out. and kurosaki-kun, for all that his confidence and bravado, surely can't be too far behind. she can still feel his reiatsu, wavering. they're lucky enough that he had his sword with him, but pretty sure she has a feeling a sword is all it's going to be. and then what?
but it can't end here, can it? they can't let it. ]
...not as bad as it smells. [ it's a weak little joke, but an attempt at one nonetheless. she holds up a hand, waving it in the air in front of her nose. ] Maybe if we let them smell each other long enough, they'll all get sick and drop dead!
[ ... ]
Again!