"Fine," Tsuzuki calls hoarsely back between fits of coughing. There is a lot of dust up there, and he's got plywood bits stuck in his hair and showering down the back of his shirt. And, what's worse, his leg still hurts. Is it just the blight? Or is it not healing? He grits his teeth, free hand clenching as he holds the borderline against the ayakashi. Two of them are pacing, sniffing at its edge. One bares those creepily white teeth, crouches, and hurls itself at the center of the line, only to bounce off with a yelp.

What's Gojyo's plan? Are they both going to climb up into the ceiling? The shelves are creaking already, and the ceiling had crumbled way too fast under a punch.

On the other hand, Tsuzuki's sock is squishing with blood and there are a lot of ayakashi waiting between them and the door. Maybe they'll be able to barricade the ayakashi in here after all, if they drop down behind the bar and come at them from the front.

It's not like he can think of anything better right now.

The aggressive ayakashi flings itself at the borderline again. Tsuzuki can feel the impact rattling his molars.

"You can hurry up though," he calls, voice a little higher-pitched with nerves.