[Stab her, gut her, blind her, squish her, Gojyo's thoughts whisper in Hakkai's mind, as if they were his own. Bile burns his throat. It's no different, really, from putting down a youkai maddened by bloodlust from the Minus Wave. It's no different from rending the rotting flesh of a zombie to release the spirit trapped inside.
It's the mercy Ayumu had begged for as the ablution dragged on so agonizingly last night.
Hakkai hates mercy.
He twists away from the descending blow, feeling the razored tip of her arm cut his sleeve and skim the skin beneath as he deflects it with Gojyo's steel tip. The joint at the wrist bends like a scissor hinge, intolerant of lateral torsion. So, if he grabs the outer, blunter edge of the blade
(his hand screams agony as though he'd closed it on a coal)
and kicks out at the elbow, high and hard, to snap the limb at its joint--]
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It's the mercy Ayumu had begged for as the ablution dragged on so agonizingly last night.
Hakkai hates mercy.
He twists away from the descending blow, feeling the razored tip of her arm cut his sleeve and skim the skin beneath as he deflects it with Gojyo's steel tip. The joint at the wrist bends like a scissor hinge, intolerant of lateral torsion. So, if he grabs the outer, blunter edge of the blade
(his hand screams agony as though he'd closed it on a coal)
and kicks out at the elbow, high and hard, to snap the limb at its joint--]