[Hakkai -- luckily may not be the word -- has years of experience being ambushed. Chitinous legs scrape above them, and there is movement, a great bulk descending.]
Come, Shaki!
[Even as he calls Gojyo, he's moving, a dive out from under the growing shadow of the ayakashi's bulk that becomes a roll as he strikes the ground on his left shoulder, hands thrown wide to catch the umbrella's handle, and rolls up again to his feet. He spins towards Ayumu, and, in the same movement, strikes at the joint of her nearest leg.]
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Come, Shaki!
[Even as he calls Gojyo, he's moving, a dive out from under the growing shadow of the ayakashi's bulk that becomes a roll as he strikes the ground on his left shoulder, hands thrown wide to catch the umbrella's handle, and rolls up again to his feet. He spins towards Ayumu, and, in the same movement, strikes at the joint of her nearest leg.]