[For his part, Namazuo does intend to follow. He doesn't like to lie, not unless it's absolutely necessary, and he's no paragon of selflessness and sacrifice. More than anything, he's a victim of his own optimism--he hopes beyond hope that they'll both make it out of this.
That hope lasts until he makes it out into the street.
As he runs, the two creatures are naturally drawn to Leon, but Namazuo had expected that. As soon as they turn to follow, he's there, slashing at whatever he can reach to draw their attention back to him. Just long enough for Leon to make it to safety, he thinks. Just long enough that they don't see where he's gone. He won't be able to take them down in this state, he knows, but he's faster than they are, and he can lose them in the side streets before he doubles back to join Leon. So he grits his teeth against the pain of steel on scrap metal and fights with all his strength.
When he deems Leon is safely out of whatever passes for their minds, he stumbles out into the street--the wider space will make it easier to dart around them. But over all the screeching and crashing and blood rushing through his ears, he hadn't noticed the second monster gearing up for a different sort of attack. It's there, and it's ready for him, and maybe another time, he would've been prepared-- but not now.
It catches him as soon as he steps out, and the hit from before seems feather-soft compared to this. Something like a claw slams down on top of him, and he hits the ground hard, crying out. He can't slip out or twist away, and it's pure desperation that keeps his vessel from flying out of his hand. He looks up, faced with a cat that's bored of playing with its prey, and for the first time, the true reality of the situation sets in.
He's not going to make it out of this.
The monster he'd been fighting lumbers out to join its companion, and the one blessing in all of this is that it seems to have forgotten Leon. The head twists, metal grinding, and slowly, slowly, begins to come down towards him. And as it does, Namazuo sees what he has to do.
Hunh. Who would've thought it would end like this?
Taking a deep breath, Namazuo goes limp, everything about him signaling defeat. His grip on his vessel is loose, and he watches the face draw closer and closer, ready, no doubt, to examine its prize. He waits until it's right in front of him, until the wires tickle his face and sharp metal cuts into his skin-- he waits, and waits, and when the claw pinning him down begins to pull away, that's when he finally strikes.
Quick as a viper, he jams his sword into the creature's neck, wedging it as deeply as it will go. Then he pulls, dragging it through metal and broken concrete and whatever else makes a monster. His blade isn't meant for this kind of thing--tears well up in his eyes as his true body begins to bend, his skin tearing beneath his clothes. The monster makes a sound, something like a shriek, and pulls away from him. Biting down on his lip, Namazuo forces himself to sit up, and with the last of his strength, he yanks his sword through the remnants of its neck.
He feels his blade snap almost before it does. The monster screams, or maybe that's his own voice--he can't tell anymore. But through a haze of pain, he watches it collapse, and then--
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That hope lasts until he makes it out into the street.
As he runs, the two creatures are naturally drawn to Leon, but Namazuo had expected that. As soon as they turn to follow, he's there, slashing at whatever he can reach to draw their attention back to him. Just long enough for Leon to make it to safety, he thinks. Just long enough that they don't see where he's gone. He won't be able to take them down in this state, he knows, but he's faster than they are, and he can lose them in the side streets before he doubles back to join Leon. So he grits his teeth against the pain of steel on scrap metal and fights with all his strength.
When he deems Leon is safely out of whatever passes for their minds, he stumbles out into the street--the wider space will make it easier to dart around them. But over all the screeching and crashing and blood rushing through his ears, he hadn't noticed the second monster gearing up for a different sort of attack. It's there, and it's ready for him, and maybe another time, he would've been prepared-- but not now.
It catches him as soon as he steps out, and the hit from before seems feather-soft compared to this. Something like a claw slams down on top of him, and he hits the ground hard, crying out. He can't slip out or twist away, and it's pure desperation that keeps his vessel from flying out of his hand. He looks up, faced with a cat that's bored of playing with its prey, and for the first time, the true reality of the situation sets in.
He's not going to make it out of this.
The monster he'd been fighting lumbers out to join its companion, and the one blessing in all of this is that it seems to have forgotten Leon. The head twists, metal grinding, and slowly, slowly, begins to come down towards him. And as it does, Namazuo sees what he has to do.
Hunh. Who would've thought it would end like this?
Taking a deep breath, Namazuo goes limp, everything about him signaling defeat. His grip on his vessel is loose, and he watches the face draw closer and closer, ready, no doubt, to examine its prize. He waits until it's right in front of him, until the wires tickle his face and sharp metal cuts into his skin-- he waits, and waits, and when the claw pinning him down begins to pull away, that's when he finally strikes.
Quick as a viper, he jams his sword into the creature's neck, wedging it as deeply as it will go. Then he pulls, dragging it through metal and broken concrete and whatever else makes a monster. His blade isn't meant for this kind of thing--tears well up in his eyes as his true body begins to bend, his skin tearing beneath his clothes. The monster makes a sound, something like a shriek, and pulls away from him. Biting down on his lip, Namazuo forces himself to sit up, and with the last of his strength, he yanks his sword through the remnants of its neck.
He feels his blade snap almost before it does. The monster screams, or maybe that's his own voice--he can't tell anymore. But through a haze of pain, he watches it collapse, and then--
That's enough. This is enough.]