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~[TRC Hanshin RPG] Immediate Peril: A Tale of Kudan

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Sakaki:
"Hah! I'd like to see you try. I so have some business with yukito, and no one will stand in my way."

"I stand in your way......." Touya replied in a low voice, then without making a motion, Touya called his kudan into the air.....beams of light shining from the jewels on the sleek animal's forehead and neck......aiming for the tall boy....

Okamirei:
The light flashed into Kagami's eyes; blinding him momentarily. He yelled in pain, backing away.
"Argh! You'll pay!" he shouted, rage boiling madly inside him.
He turned to his kudan. "Attack!"
Obeying, the kudan roared. A large whirlwind formed around the area, displacing everything around.

Sakaki:
Touya's eyes grew wide at the whirlwind that appeared out of nowhere, his hand going up to shield his vision, as the wind picked up dust and debris and sent it whipping through the air around him. Touya tried to look back at Yuki, but found it hard to see anything..... "Dammit!" He cried, eyes watering and clentching shut. "Spinel, get Yuki, take him away from this...." he yelled to his kudan.

Pikari:
Yukito squinted, trying to peer through the storm, trying to make sure Touya was still there. Then for a moment through the howling storm he caught a glimpse of rippling clothes on the street. With a feeling of dread, he realized what it was. "Shougo!" He turned to Hori desperately. "Hori-san, you have to help him!"

"Spinel, get Yuki, take him away from this...." He Touya's words through the noise of destruction.
"Touya...!" Yukito protested, even as the black panther lifted him onto its back. He couldn't let Touya fight without his kudan! He felt completely and utterly useless at the moment, knowing there was nothing much his third-level kudan could do, and that this was all his fault...

Ruby Chan:
((OOC - Since Shougo's still unconscious, this is a descriptive post))

As thw whirlwind crashed onto the street and began to increase in strength, Shougo's unconscious form began to slide along the pavement, roughly catching on the loose stones and rubble beneath him. One particularly strong gust of wind shoved his body into a nearby wall, and there was a sickening crunch as his left hand was caught between himself and the wall.

Blood was pouring freely from his wounds again, reopened by the uncaring grit of the pavement, but he wasn't awake to notice the blood, or his damaged hand.

Or the fact that the whirlwind was straight on course for him.

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