[It's not the right choice to make, because it isn't a choice, not to Yasusada. Even if it isn't real, even if it's the most obvious of traps, the idea of leaving Okita behind is unthinkable.
In the end, it's better this way anyway. If Yasusada had been dragged away, he would've been far too distracted to focus what's coming.
This way, though, he simply draws his sword, and follows down the hallway without complaint.
It's almost a relief, to see that they've got enemies. He doesn't recognize these people, or understand anything they're saying, but he knows weapons when he sees them, and they set his blood boiling. He's not really meant to be wielded one-handed, but adrenaline is enough of a boost to his inhuman strength and reflexes that he barely even registers the strain.
He darts away from her, and he's much faster than one might expect from him. This space is more narrow than he's really comfortable with, but it doesn't stop him from kicking out at her, aiming for her side to throw her off balance before he spins back with a wide slash, eyes wild. His usual intensity is nothing, compared to the way he fights.]
Here is the enlightened strike I inherited from Okita!
[Three sharp jabs, aimed at her neck and shoulders. By now, it might even be more familiar to him than it was to the man in his arms.]
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In the end, it's better this way anyway. If Yasusada had been dragged away, he would've been far too distracted to focus what's coming.
This way, though, he simply draws his sword, and follows down the hallway without complaint.
It's almost a relief, to see that they've got enemies. He doesn't recognize these people, or understand anything they're saying, but he knows weapons when he sees them, and they set his blood boiling. He's not really meant to be wielded one-handed, but adrenaline is enough of a boost to his inhuman strength and reflexes that he barely even registers the strain.
He darts away from her, and he's much faster than one might expect from him. This space is more narrow than he's really comfortable with, but it doesn't stop him from kicking out at her, aiming for her side to throw her off balance before he spins back with a wide slash, eyes wild. His usual intensity is nothing, compared to the way he fights.]
Here is the enlightened strike I inherited from Okita!
[Three sharp jabs, aimed at her neck and shoulders. By now, it might even be more familiar to him than it was to the man in his arms.]