[Namazuo has his own hands full. He winces as he lifts his vessel, and a quick glance shows an ugly scratch down the middle of his blade. That's... not good. Their options are dwindling rapidly, and if they don't do something fast, neither of them are going to make it out of this.
Gritting his teeth, he lunges forward, slashing at the leg closest to him. It hurts, and he's pushing his luck just by using his damaged vessel, he knows. But Leon is human. Leon has Chal to look after. Leon's searching for a friend. If this fight goes the way he thinks it will, he can't let Leon get himself killed by pride.
With another slash, he slides over, and aims a kick at Leon's side. It's not hard, but it's enough to nudge him in the right direction--and a promise, if sorts, that he still has strength left in him.]
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Gritting his teeth, he lunges forward, slashing at the leg closest to him. It hurts, and he's pushing his luck just by using his damaged vessel, he knows. But Leon is human. Leon has Chal to look after. Leon's searching for a friend. If this fight goes the way he thinks it will, he can't let Leon get himself killed by pride.
With another slash, he slides over, and aims a kick at Leon's side. It's not hard, but it's enough to nudge him in the right direction--and a promise, if sorts, that he still has strength left in him.]
Go! I'll follow!