Inviso
The walls in the arena lose their dark glow and all that can be seen is the faint images of cracked and dried writing here and there. Yokomota looks up at Chidori hovering over him his eyes distant but back to their regular silver. He reaches up a hand touching your cheek sliding his fingertips down it he smiles. Then he glances over at Drake and seeing that he is okay lets his body go limp as he falls back to his concentration. His breathing grows very shallow as his skin gets paler his heart beat ever so slow.
"Need....cut...wrist....my dagger..."
He utters this very distractedly as his skin is growing colder to the touch.
"Need....cut...wrist....my dagger..."
He utters this very distractedly as his skin is growing colder to the touch.