Shit, is he bleeding? Spitting up blood denotes organ damage, what the hell happened while they were separated...?
Kou has no time to think about it; between the tentacles and the shifting scene, even if he did have any energy left, he doesn't have any healing skills, nor does he have any healing items. He accepts the gun with grit teeth, stuffing his tape under his armpit, unwilling to let it go.
"Got it," he growls, pulling off his gauntlet and readying his stance with the gun. He's not exactly experienced with rifles, but it'll have to do.
Within seconds, tentacles shoot out with horrible, ear-piercing noises, trying to get to them both, some of them shifting into the vaguest versions of people, voices echoing through the room. They beg, they scream, they cry, Goro cries, for him, for Kira, and Kou's eyes water, despite himself.
"Fuck OFF!" he shouts, voice trembling-
He fires.
The kickback is more than he's used to, and he has to readjust himself constantly in order not to lose his tape. It's all he can do to keep the tentacles from getting to them, to keep the fakes from forming. Wails and cries of agony in his voice try to dissuade them, but he ignores it, he has to ignore it-
"Hurry up! I can't- I can't keep them off our backs forever!"
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Kou has no time to think about it; between the tentacles and the shifting scene, even if he did have any energy left, he doesn't have any healing skills, nor does he have any healing items. He accepts the gun with grit teeth, stuffing his tape under his armpit, unwilling to let it go.
"Got it," he growls, pulling off his gauntlet and readying his stance with the gun. He's not exactly experienced with rifles, but it'll have to do.
Within seconds, tentacles shoot out with horrible, ear-piercing noises, trying to get to them both, some of them shifting into the vaguest versions of people, voices echoing through the room. They beg, they scream, they cry, Goro cries, for him, for Kira, and Kou's eyes water, despite himself.
"Fuck OFF!" he shouts, voice trembling-
He fires.
The kickback is more than he's used to, and he has to readjust himself constantly in order not to lose his tape. It's all he can do to keep the tentacles from getting to them, to keep the fakes from forming. Wails and cries of agony in his voice try to dissuade them, but he ignores it, he has to ignore it-
"Hurry up! I can't- I can't keep them off our backs forever!"