The attack detonated with a resounding series of bursts, illuminating the Lab in brief, blinding flashes that would send a normal person reeling. Vaguely Maruki is glad that he managed to evacuate the place before something like this would have happened but alas-! . Each arrow pierced the air with precision, but Maruki's form twisted and shifted, tentacles snapping him out of harm’s way at the last moment. Four of the five arrows struck true, carving into his frame with enough force to stagger him mid-air. The last arrow narrowly grazed past his lab coat, dissipating harmlessly against the far wall while the ends of his clothing flared sharply.
Maruki clenched his jaw, his glowing eyes narrowing in a mix of frustration and focus as he steadied himself once more. A thin line of smoke rose from his shoulder, evidence of the accumulated damage now showing on the side of his white turtleneck which bloomed in shades of grey.
Though far from beaten, the strain of the relentless attacks was beginning to show in his labored breath.
He barely manages to dodge the slash as the blade runs its course across his chest and he knows far better than anyone that physical combat in such close quarters, was still his weak suit. He needed to do better there.
“Where did the memory take place, Corvus-san?!” he demanded again, his tone cutting through the hum of the Lab’s tense energy as the tentacles curled around the golden but thick ribbons of decor that hung across various areas of the place. There were two loops drawn by the ribbon as it ascended upwards and Maruki finally landed on his feet on the loop just above Kou's- ensuring he still has the vantage advantage.
His voice, though controlled, carried an edge of urgency, his patience eroding like sand beneath the tide. “The memory on that tape, the one with the watertight bulkhead door—where did it happen? I need to know!”
small bridge before attacking again
The attack detonated with a resounding series of bursts, illuminating the Lab in brief, blinding flashes that would send a normal person reeling. Vaguely Maruki is glad that he managed to evacuate the place before something like this would have happened but alas-! . Each arrow pierced the air with precision, but Maruki's form twisted and shifted, tentacles snapping him out of harm’s way at the last moment. Four of the five arrows struck true, carving into his frame with enough force to stagger him mid-air. The last arrow narrowly grazed past his lab coat, dissipating harmlessly against the far wall while the ends of his clothing flared sharply.
Maruki clenched his jaw, his glowing eyes narrowing in a mix of frustration and focus as he steadied himself once more. A thin line of smoke rose from his shoulder, evidence of the accumulated damage now showing on the side of his white turtleneck which bloomed in shades of grey.
Though far from beaten, the strain of the relentless attacks was beginning to show in his labored breath.
He barely manages to dodge the slash as the blade runs its course across his chest and he knows far better than anyone that physical combat in such close quarters, was still his weak suit. He needed to do better there.
“Where did the memory take place, Corvus-san?!” he demanded again, his tone cutting through the hum of the Lab’s tense energy as the tentacles curled around the golden but thick ribbons of decor that hung across various areas of the place. There were two loops drawn by the ribbon as it ascended upwards and Maruki finally landed on his feet on the loop just above Kou's- ensuring he still has the vantage advantage.
His voice, though controlled, carried an edge of urgency, his patience eroding like sand beneath the tide. “The memory on that tape, the one with the watertight bulkhead door—where did it happen? I need to know!”