[True to his word, Takame followed right behind her acting as what was essentially a meat shield against anything else thrown their way. How much chairs and even pieces of the broken door his his back he didn't care, even as heavier objects seemed to drive that knife deeper.
Still he kept moving, kept running after her as he promised. Even as whatever force was attacking them saw fit to snatch the knife out of his back, leaving an open wound free to spill blood for as long as he ran.
Everything he saw before him besides the fading image of Rose's figure as it ran further began to blur, leaving only muscle memory to guide him out. At some point, he didn't know when, his steps began to falter until he dropped to his knees some few fulms behind Rose with his vision alternating between black and reality.]
Move... move... [Said entirely to himself in a voice struggling to come through.]
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Still he kept moving, kept running after her as he promised. Even as whatever force was attacking them saw fit to snatch the knife out of his back, leaving an open wound free to spill blood for as long as he ran.
Everything he saw before him besides the fading image of Rose's figure as it ran further began to blur, leaving only muscle memory to guide him out. At some point, he didn't know when, his steps began to falter until he dropped to his knees some few fulms behind Rose with his vision alternating between black and reality.]
Move... move... [Said entirely to himself in a voice struggling to come through.]