(When you have the audacity to play puzzle games while there's still a fight going on...
He looks over at the sounds of the beeping. He might not be the most tech savvy person here but he knows that doesn't sound any good. Each wrong guess has Hizen becoming less certain too. In the time between Kamui's first attempt and his next try, he's already considering the pros and cons of giving Kamui his chance and letting the oni find their fireworks. Before he can get too far in his thoughts, he's standing alert and ready at the sound of approaching footsteps.)
Right, right. (His mood shifts; from impatient and tired to alert and ready to go.) Take your time.
(And people say Hizen doesn't have a sense of humor.
... Or is he not being funny. Hm.
Hizen is already charging forward. No fear, no hesitation, he's ready to jump right into the fight and with his sword drawn, he's already slashing at the guards aiming for their faces, their necks, their sides, their chests-- critical points, each attack aimed to, at the very least, cause maximum injury if not kill outright. All the while, he's yelling at their oni ally to get the fuck up and help which is easier said than done.
If he had his full strength, this would be easy but right now, his attacks just aren't hitting as strong as they should. At least hell can't take away his skill but it's still two against one. The one with the knife is easy enough to overwhelm given their difference in reach but the one with the larger blade, though shoddy quality, is harder to take down at the same time. Hizen takes a wide swipe at his arm which makes his next attack fall short.)
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He looks over at the sounds of the beeping. He might not be the most tech savvy person here but he knows that doesn't sound any good. Each wrong guess has Hizen becoming less certain too. In the time between Kamui's first attempt and his next try, he's already considering the pros and cons of giving Kamui his chance and letting the oni find their fireworks. Before he can get too far in his thoughts, he's standing alert and ready at the sound of approaching footsteps.)
Right, right. (His mood shifts; from impatient and tired to alert and ready to go.) Take your time.
(And people say Hizen doesn't have a sense of humor.
... Or is he not being funny. Hm.
Hizen is already charging forward. No fear, no hesitation, he's ready to jump right into the fight and with his sword drawn, he's already slashing at the guards aiming for their faces, their necks, their sides, their chests-- critical points, each attack aimed to, at the very least, cause maximum injury if not kill outright. All the while, he's yelling at their oni ally to get the fuck up and help which is easier said than done.
If he had his full strength, this would be easy but right now, his attacks just aren't hitting as strong as they should. At least hell can't take away his skill but it's still two against one. The one with the knife is easy enough to overwhelm given their difference in reach but the one with the larger blade, though shoddy quality, is harder to take down at the same time. Hizen takes a wide swipe at his arm which makes his next attack fall short.)
Any minute now!
(ANY MINUTE, KAMUI.)