[ Anything helps, and already he does as she suggests, stagnating the flow of cursed energy in his gut and reversing its flow. It doesn't regenerate any of his torn flesh or broken bone like it should, and hell, he's not even sure if it's slowing the infection, but β
Survive. Every second counts.
Between heavy breaths: ] There's β a few of them. Haven't noticed us yet, un β unarmed. Shit β I can take them out.
[ And then they'll be clear. He has enough cursed energy left for a few decisive blasts of Red, and one good arm. As they hurry along, he hisses something like a laugh between his teeth, less mirthful and more hysterical than anything else. ]
Good thing I β simplified my hand signs, huh?
[ It's going to be fine. It's going to be fine. They will make it out of this. Even if he has to tear these zombies apart with his finger nails. Shoko is β
no subject
Survive. Every second counts.
Between heavy breaths: ] There's β a few of them. Haven't noticed us yet, un β unarmed. Shit β I can take them out.
[ And then they'll be clear. He has enough cursed energy left for a few decisive blasts of Red, and one good arm. As they hurry along, he hisses something like a laugh between his teeth, less mirthful and more hysterical than anything else. ]
Good thing I β simplified my hand signs, huh?
[ It's going to be fine. It's going to be fine. They will make it out of this. Even if he has to tear these zombies apart with his finger nails. Shoko is β
Shoko is all he has left now. ]