Kabuki-Kun
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- Posted: Sat, 02 Feb 2013 03:56:36 +0000
Jiro's claws gouged and dug into the dirt, bracing his whole body. That oversized weapon of Shuten's was no joke, and he lay his ears back to watch every move of the bludgeoning disaster.
As he focused, he found himself spared as he had done for Momotaro, by the most unlikely of saviors. The teeny fox girl's fireballs had collided with Shuten, bouncing her well away from Saka and himself. Jiro wasted no time! Earth and grass flew as he leapt off his paws in pursuit. It took no more than a single stride to see him playing offensively again. His front paws left the ground as he jacked his body up, and his open fangs made a quick and merciless play at Shuten's weapon arm. Right under the shoulder joint he snapped superheated canines, flames licking out of his throat like the old dragons of western myth.
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Poor Chiharu could not keep up. Until meeting Urashima Taro, she'd had no idea how disorienting it could be to be whisked about like that. She'd have to give her victims more warning.
It was a resolution that was to be short-lived. Ura's confusion drew her attention, and who did she find in his arms but her own Graffiti prince! Neon did not look well, and if she'd found his heart still humming, she'd have been thrilled.
"Ah, Neon! How..??" There was no time to wonder. Her chilled fingers masked down his cheeks, streaking gruesomely in the crimson coat she found there, and her eyes darted over his injuries. Without a word of caution to Taro-san, all three of them, plus the two kitsune girlies had whisked to nothing more than vapor.
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It carried and swirled on a quick wind and materialized in the only place Haru could think to go - back on the balcony with her mother.
"Mama!" The tanuki wailed, two hands on her injured general, but both eyes pleading Elizabeth to do...something!
As he focused, he found himself spared as he had done for Momotaro, by the most unlikely of saviors. The teeny fox girl's fireballs had collided with Shuten, bouncing her well away from Saka and himself. Jiro wasted no time! Earth and grass flew as he leapt off his paws in pursuit. It took no more than a single stride to see him playing offensively again. His front paws left the ground as he jacked his body up, and his open fangs made a quick and merciless play at Shuten's weapon arm. Right under the shoulder joint he snapped superheated canines, flames licking out of his throat like the old dragons of western myth.
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Poor Chiharu could not keep up. Until meeting Urashima Taro, she'd had no idea how disorienting it could be to be whisked about like that. She'd have to give her victims more warning.
It was a resolution that was to be short-lived. Ura's confusion drew her attention, and who did she find in his arms but her own Graffiti prince! Neon did not look well, and if she'd found his heart still humming, she'd have been thrilled.
"Ah, Neon! How..??" There was no time to wonder. Her chilled fingers masked down his cheeks, streaking gruesomely in the crimson coat she found there, and her eyes darted over his injuries. Without a word of caution to Taro-san, all three of them, plus the two kitsune girlies had whisked to nothing more than vapor.
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It carried and swirled on a quick wind and materialized in the only place Haru could think to go - back on the balcony with her mother.
"Mama!" The tanuki wailed, two hands on her injured general, but both eyes pleading Elizabeth to do...something!