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technokinetic) wrote2008-03-07 02:39 pm
technokinetic) wrote2008-03-07 02:39 pm
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When was the last time Nagi'd held a weapon? He couldn't remember; Crawford hadn't let him have a fallback option like a true weapon. He'd been pushed and pushed to hone his abilities for so long that never once in the time he'd been with Schwarz had he been given an option of fighting in melee; that wasn't his position in the team. His job had always been to stand back, operate from a distance - thus his preference for wide-open spaces - yet he held the weapon in his hands, realizing the severity of the situation by the very fact that he was clutching the dagger, having pulled it the distance from Farfarello to himself without even realizing it.
Nagi's head jerked upwards as Schuldig's voice roared in his mind and he could only assume that 'we' meant Crawford had found Schuldig. It sounded like Schuldig finally meant business; it sounded like Crawford's condition hadn't improved; and it sounded like Farfarello's fun was over for the evening.
He turned around, back to the mass of guards that finally given up on attacking him and were just running away, rather like the mass of mundanes he was now facing.
Nagi had a preference for open spaces and right now that was exactly what Schuldig and Crawford were in need of. He was so exhausted, but he held the dagger out in front of him anyway; the directional focus would help. He held it straight out in front of him in his left hand, right palm flat against the blade so it was parallel with the walls. If he wasn't careful, the strain on his wrists would make it so he'd never type on a computer again.
He let loose everything - everything he had left and more because that was what he needed to get these stupid mundanes out of the way, against the walls yet still running, so his teammates could get out of that damned Queen's castle.
His powers flared out in a reverse cone, the point aimed directly at where Schuldig's voice had come from, and he yelled again, this time in his mind in the hopes Schuldig would hear it.
'GO!'
Nagi's head jerked upwards as Schuldig's voice roared in his mind and he could only assume that 'we' meant Crawford had found Schuldig. It sounded like Schuldig finally meant business; it sounded like Crawford's condition hadn't improved; and it sounded like Farfarello's fun was over for the evening.
He turned around, back to the mass of guards that finally given up on attacking him and were just running away, rather like the mass of mundanes he was now facing.
Nagi had a preference for open spaces and right now that was exactly what Schuldig and Crawford were in need of. He was so exhausted, but he held the dagger out in front of him anyway; the directional focus would help. He held it straight out in front of him in his left hand, right palm flat against the blade so it was parallel with the walls. If he wasn't careful, the strain on his wrists would make it so he'd never type on a computer again.
He let loose everything - everything he had left and more because that was what he needed to get these stupid mundanes out of the way, against the walls yet still running, so his teammates could get out of that damned Queen's castle.
His powers flared out in a reverse cone, the point aimed directly at where Schuldig's voice had come from, and he yelled again, this time in his mind in the hopes Schuldig would hear it.
'GO!'