sharkmaid: (⚡ royally fucked)
松岡 凛 || Rin Matsuoka ([personal profile] sharkmaid) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore 2017-01-13 12:24 pm (UTC)

Every gasp and yelp drove a spear deeper and deeper through Rin's chest, because though he couldn't physically feel the pain, he was connected enough to his shinki, his damn best friend, to know it hurt like hell. But like hell could he be asked to stand around and wait for something to happen. He might have been inexperienced, but he wasn't helpless, and Rin was going to make sure these creatures remembered that one way or another.

Then, to his utter surprise he seemed to find a way. Purely instinctive, he wanted to say. But that wasn't something to bother with right now. He needed undivided focus and any loss of that could break this connection before he could successfully take these creatures down. At least one was out of the way and in a flash of light (and maybe even a faint scent of blood) it disappeared into nonexistence. Right. One down. Five more to go. ... But first, Sousuke.

Lowering his hands, Rin returned the water to the gathering pool at his feet, and in a moment of clarity turned to his injured shinki as he struggled on the ground. Yes, he was free, but the fur around his back leg was matted and wet, coated with dark blood... No, no, it wasn't supposed to be like this. He needed to get him out of here. Somehow... "Sousuke, don't move," he said, doing his best not to panic while he tried to come up with a solution. Would teleporting him back home even work? No, even if it did, there was no promising someone else wouldn't find him and take advantage of his weakened state. And Angel. Was she still safe?

His eyes darted to the end of the alley to check on her. Good. Still hiding, still fairly covered up. If he kept this up, then--

Rip!

With Rin distracted, one of the ayakashi took advantage of the moment, and with a powerful leap soared over the water to swipe its claws across the god's right shoulder. Startled, Rin stumbled forward, just in time for another wolf to take a shot at nipping at his leg. Thankfully he managed to whip it back, but the damaged was already done. Blood soaked into his shirt from the back, spreading from four deep claw marks along his skin.

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