[There was no time to lament the dead. To mourn them. To bother being worried about stealing from them. They were dead. He continuously tightened and loosened his grip on his blade, the only way his body could release the nervous energy within him. In the same light his foot was half lifted off the ground before flattening again, then repeating that motion as well looking more like he was impatiently tapping his foot.
It wasn’t entirely inaccurate, though. They needed to leave. He could already hear them, the swarms of expendable soldiers sent their way to take Rose back to her cell and hang him from the rafters. From all sides they were coming, their flanks, their forward and behind.
His eyes were fixed forward. And in that direction with Rose close to him did he run, meeting any soldiers head on and enough confidence in his blade work to cut them all down.]
Move. [Said as if he was giving the few they first ran to a choice, instead from his sword did a wave of crimson and orange energy rush forward and in what felt like an instant, a flash, did the most eager of soldiers find they’d breathed their last as the slashing waves sliced through their armor and bodies with few who survived even able to tell what was the Au Ra’s aether and what was their comrades' blood. Of the five that came at them, two were left one too injured to move, but one with a few scratches.
Takame would ensure that wouldn’t last as he approached them and ran them through, lifting them up on the blade with all his strength, spilling more blood through the halls before kicking them off of his sword to fall to the floor like a rag doll. The only light in his eyes being the faint turquoise glow of the limbal rings that made him resemble a demon more than anything.]
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It wasn’t entirely inaccurate, though. They needed to leave. He could already hear them, the swarms of expendable soldiers sent their way to take Rose back to her cell and hang him from the rafters. From all sides they were coming, their flanks, their forward and behind.
His eyes were fixed forward. And in that direction with Rose close to him did he run, meeting any soldiers head on and enough confidence in his blade work to cut them all down.]
Move. [Said as if he was giving the few they first ran to a choice, instead from his sword did a wave of crimson and orange energy rush forward and in what felt like an instant, a flash, did the most eager of soldiers find they’d breathed their last as the slashing waves sliced through their armor and bodies with few who survived even able to tell what was the Au Ra’s aether and what was their comrades' blood. Of the five that came at them, two were left one too injured to move, but one with a few scratches.
Takame would ensure that wouldn’t last as he approached them and ran them through, lifting them up on the blade with all his strength, spilling more blood through the halls before kicking them off of his sword to fall to the floor like a rag doll. The only light in his eyes being the faint turquoise glow of the limbal rings that made him resemble a demon more than anything.]