"Kid! You have to wield me—it's the only chance we have!"
The weapon barked, gaze shifting off the enemy just quick enough to shoot a demanding look to the boy beside him—Who wasn't even looking at him back, but seemingly frozen as he stared toward the Kishin before them.
"…I can't."
He murmured out after a moment or two, the look of nervousness washing over his features.
Soul only stared blankly for a moment, dumbstruck—Did he just say he can't? He very well could and everyone knew that, he was Lord Death's son for Death's sake! He could match up to anyone if he tried.
It was more that he wouldn't.
"We're done for, Kid, it's our only chance to get out of this!"
Now he wasn't even looking to the Reaper, but just to the creature before them.
They'd gotten cornered—Separated from the rest of the group, Maka, Liz, and Patty were who knows where, most likely looking for the boys.
Then here they were, cornered by the thing, both injured, though, the Reaper seemingly worse than the scythe.
Yet, he refused to wield the scythe.
"…I can't wield a weapon like you, Soul. Why do you think I chose the sisters over everyone else?"
Symmetry—Of course. That's what he worried about in a situation like this? So the stories were true.
God dammit.
"I don't know how much you value your life, but I sure as hell don't want to lose mine!"
Soul growled, taking ahold of the Meister's hand without his consent and transformed into weapon form—To which the boy really had no choice but to hold onto.
Golden hues shifted downwards to the black and red scythe, widening slightly as he kept a loose grip onto the weapon, though, let his gaze shift eventually to the creature that was now bounding toward them with great speed.
What was he to do?
Gripping both of his hands onto the weapon now he really had no choice but to fight. It was too late now, whether he wanted to or not, he was going to do it.
Standing his ground the Reaper's feet spread, expression fading into one of determination now, yellowed orbs narrowed into slits as he stared straight down to the oncoming enemy.
"Die."
Twisting his hands to grip the weapon's hand he pulled back, swinging with all his strength as it hit head on with the creature—Slicing straight through its body. With one, last growl of pain the kishin faded out, only to leave a reddened and corrupted soul behind.
"Heh…"
Letting out a huff the Reaper's grip fell, the weapon clattering onto the ground as his body stumbled forward, hands going out to catch himself from crashing down onto the Earth. Panting for a breath he flinched, left arm rising and slipping under to grip at his right side, crimson already beginning to stain his palm and drip through the lines in his fingers.
"Oi, Kid! Are you alright?"
Transforming back to his human stature the weapon was down on his knees beside the Meister, crimson orbs looking with concern and worry for the other boy, a hand gingerly placing itself to his back.
"I'm fine…I've taking worse."
He muttered after a moment or two, pausing to take in a ragged breath.
He hadn't even noticed the attack—It was last minute, the creature barley hit its target before exterminated.
How careless.
Pushing himself up to stand the Meister swayed slightly—Though, was caught by the weapon, yellowed orbs shifting to the side lazily to get a glance to the other, a faint smile coming to his features.
"Thanks…"
"Yeah, don't over work yourself."
"Let's just find the others."
Slinging his arm around the weapon's shoulder the boy's own came around Kid's waist—Being careful as to not pressure the wound, though.
"I'm fine, Soul—I heal faster than others…It's more so the shock."
"I don't care."
"… So stuborn."