[When the man with his shoulders set passes, Takasugi turns to fall in step. He passes by his comrades, who have finally found cause for silence. Is it the death cry of the door's hinges or the confident hostage walking passed that finally stunned them speechless? Takasugi doesn't bother discerning.
He's more interested in the clamor at their door.
The chill he feels is a result of more than the expanse of ice gnawing through the door. With the fight - one sided though it may be - breaking out so dynamically, he doubts he'll need to draw his own weapon.
Not that Takasugi is disappointed at that.
Soon his companions come gawking, standing a safe distance behind him as the captive lays waste to their pursuers. One after another they fall, motionless or shaking in the freezing air. Yet none flee - bound by codes that would deliver them as much or more suffering should they abandon their mission.
Seems there's a need for him after all.
Carefully stepping over a swath of ice, Takasugi kicks one of the felled soldiers onto his back - sword drawn, he presses it to the man's cheek.] Get up.
[The soldier does as told, hand drifting none too surreptitiously towards his weapon. Takasugi swats it, the side of his sword cracking across knuckles.] Deliver a report.
All of your men were wiped out by a fighter commanding ice and dagger.
[A cohort of theirs, as it appears...
The soldier is hesitant, but turns to rush down a side street, away from the conflict.
With that, only a few stragglers remain to be put down - and Takasugi will wait at the entrance to the shack for their captive-comrade's return.]
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He's more interested in the clamor at their door.
The chill he feels is a result of more than the expanse of ice gnawing through the door. With the fight - one sided though it may be - breaking out so dynamically, he doubts he'll need to draw his own weapon.
Not that Takasugi is disappointed at that.
Soon his companions come gawking, standing a safe distance behind him as the captive lays waste to their pursuers. One after another they fall, motionless or shaking in the freezing air. Yet none flee - bound by codes that would deliver them as much or more suffering should they abandon their mission.
Seems there's a need for him after all.
Carefully stepping over a swath of ice, Takasugi kicks one of the felled soldiers onto his back - sword drawn, he presses it to the man's cheek.] Get up.
[The soldier does as told, hand drifting none too surreptitiously towards his weapon. Takasugi swats it, the side of his sword cracking across knuckles.] Deliver a report.
All of your men were wiped out by a fighter commanding ice and dagger.
[A cohort of theirs, as it appears...
The soldier is hesitant, but turns to rush down a side street, away from the conflict.
With that, only a few stragglers remain to be put down - and Takasugi will wait at the entrance to the shack for their captive-comrade's return.]