[Hakkai follows the glance, and sighs. A glimmer of light brightens in one palm, and he leans down to fire the bolt at the ayakashi.
It splatters a hole through the creature, which gives a shudder, and slumps: not banished, but stunned, for the moment.
He steps away from it, wrinkling his nose slightly at the squish of his sock. The scratches aren't deep, but they're deep enough that his blood is soaking the knit.
He's silent for a moment, before commenting quietly:]
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It splatters a hole through the creature, which gives a shudder, and slumps: not banished, but stunned, for the moment.
He steps away from it, wrinkling his nose slightly at the squish of his sock. The scratches aren't deep, but they're deep enough that his blood is soaking the knit.
He's silent for a moment, before commenting quietly:]
Ayumu's worried about you, you know.