[Her voice is distorted by an ayakashi's warble, but it's still human enough to be recognizable. It's still hers, and Hakkai doesn't respond to the fury in Gojyo's shout; he feels the cold of determination closing down around him, instead, even as Gojyo's second jab unbalances him and Ayumu's leg swings around towards his throat.
He braces himself against the umbrella where it's lodged in her abdomen. Spidersilk cakes Gojyo's canopy, solidifying in the air, and so he doesn't try to open it as a defense; instead, he shoves himself away with it, digging the wound wider as he throws himself backwards. The blow passes over his nose, close enough to clip the ends of his bangs, and he whips the umbrella over and across; it's a blunt instrument, not a sharp one, but if she is as much like a spider as she looks, chitin can break. He puts the full force of his strength behind the blow.]
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He braces himself against the umbrella where it's lodged in her abdomen. Spidersilk cakes Gojyo's canopy, solidifying in the air, and so he doesn't try to open it as a defense; instead, he shoves himself away with it, digging the wound wider as he throws himself backwards. The blow passes over his nose, close enough to clip the ends of his bangs, and he whips the umbrella over and across; it's a blunt instrument, not a sharp one, but if she is as much like a spider as she looks, chitin can break. He puts the full force of his strength behind the blow.]