My Dear Valentine [Taiu]
Nov 16, 2012 20:14:46 GMT -5
Post by Katsu Oruta on Nov 16, 2012 20:14:46 GMT -5
Katsu rolled his neck, instinct starting to take over. Being raised in the slums of Tokyo had its advantages to fighting, and of course he could hold his ground against most opponents. And of course the Sacrifice mentally swore that he would never lie to Taiu. However, these were three, nearly equally skilled fighters he was up against. All by himself.. but Katsu refused to give up. He promised HIS Fighter that he would win. And so he would. At all costs.
Sighing, rolling his shoulders, the teenager looked at Taiu with stone eyes, yet with a little fragment of warmth swirling within. His Fighter was nervous. It was all in his posture, the way his ears twitched nervously. Almost smiling, he turned to the green haired boy. Katsu wanted to say something. He wanted to speak words that would immediately comfort his Fighter into relaxing. Yet none came to his mind.
As the spell was cast, the thugs began to stir. Looking around, the teen saw that Taiu was close to the line-of-fire. Carefully, he grabbed the boy's arm, nervous that his fresh Carving would be irritated. Katsu pulled, bringing his Fighter towards him, and a few words came to his mind. "I'll be OK." With that, the Sacrifice nudged the blind teen towards a seat well away from the Danger Zone. Just in time.
The first thug got up, obviously dazed, yet saw Katsu in a somewhat defenseless position. He charged, attempting to plow the Sacrifice off of his feet. Katsu saw this coming and stepped to the right, ever so slightly, and shifted his weight to his hips and legs, making his stance sturdy. The thug collided with the teen, sending them both back a few feet, but Katsu stood firm, a little dazed, but both legs were standing. Quickly, before the thug could react, the teenager slammed his elbow on the man's back, hearing a small popping sound, followed by a gasp. Staggering back, the thug's eyes were closed, trying to block the pain.
Katsu smirked, his own eyes filled with a violent darkness, one fueled by protectiveness. If these guys beat him, then Taiu would be in danger. Anger soared through the Sacrifice as he spun, gaining momentum. A foot zipped through the air, slamming into his opponents chest. Cracks and snaps filled the air as ribs were broken, followed by a thump as the body, unconscious, hit the ground a few feet away. Dusting himself off, Katsu's frost-biting eyes glared at the other two thugs. He grinned, gesturing for them to come at him. The idiots gladly accepted, rushing the Sacrifice.
It went by so fast, all three hardly knew what happened. As they ran towards Katsu, he turned quickly, grabbing the bigger guy, the one in front, by his collar. His hand went behind the thugs head and spun, the bigger man forced to turn with him, feeling a slight pinch on his side. The Sacrifice put all of his effort into throwing the man into the smaller thug, who was just a few feet away. As the two of them collided, Katsu ran, feeling a weird sensation running up where the pinch was. Ignoring it, at full speed he charged the pair. Right behind the turned, bigger man, the Sacrifice's foot turned to the side, and his weight followed, giving power to the punch that reached the smaller thug's face. Another snap rang out as the man's nose started to gush out blood, the feature bent at an odd position, broken. His opponent's neck also snapped backward, and his eyes instantly closed. The little one crumpled to the ground, as knocked out as the first.
The third one, still aching and in pain from colliding with his team-mate, and just witnessing his friend's easy demise, just stood there. Looking at Katsu. He ran, dropping something as he fled. It clinked on the floor, shiny and new. Tilting his head, the Sacrifice smirked. Walking over to the two unconscious thugs, the teenager lifted them on his shoulders and literally tossed them out side, dusting his hands off afterwards.
Going back in the shack, Katsu closed the door. His side still tingled, and it worried him. However, first priority was Taiu. "Are you ok?" His voice was cold, with a slight quiver of concern nestled in it. The Sacrifice paced towards the fallen object, and when he loomed over it, his eyes went as wide as they could.
It was a knife.
A bloody knife.
Instantly, his hands reached down to where the tingling sensation was. It was wet. Bringing his hands up, he saw bright crimson covering his fingertips. Pain instantly replaced all other feelings as he struggled not to make a sound. Taiu would worry, and he could not have his Fighter stress over something so stupid. Lifting up his shirt, Katsu's eyes darkened. A huge gash was where clean skin used to be, the flesh of his side sliced neatly into. Looking closely, feeling a bit queasy from the pain and observing the wound, relief struck through him. The thug's lucky shot did not cut too deep into his side. It was just a small flesh-wound, and could heal quickly. Another shot of pain swept through him, and Katsu couldn't help but sharply breath in. Glancing quickly at Taiu, he was relieved yet again. At least he was ok...