Fon gets himself under control and immediately tests the body's limits with a few stretches. It feels… like it's his. Like not even years as a child has affected his sense of perception.
A window in the apartment building shudders as a wolf like body slams against it. The body drops away but red smudges are left.
Kyouya appears, half hidden by the bloodied window, and blinks at Fon. The martial artist smiles serenely and waves his adult sized hand, attached to his adult sized arm. Kyouya rolls his eyes and walks away.
Perhaps Fon is having too much fun with this. He needs something to distract himself.
The single corridor is dimly lit and rain scatters lightning bolts of water across the windows, all of this a complete opposite to the true weather outside.
The Patrol level is fifty-one and yet Kyouya can take out the creatures with one solid blow.
While at first he felt cheated, it occurred to him that the average level has to be his power times five. So the weak ones, because they were dragging down the average, assured Kyouya that the last would be terrifying in its strength.
Having dispatched the other creatures swiftly, he approaches the last door, feeling his heart quicken in excitement. He can feel the strength of whatever was inside the room.
He stops just outside the open door and scans the inside. The window is boarded up and the light switch isn't working, all of this throwing the room into darkness. It's not a natural shadow; too dark and shifting far too much.
There's something playing with Kyouya.
He steps past the threshold and before he can do much more than register it, a silk whip shoots out and snatches his right leg from under him, dragging the teen into the middle of the room. He goes down hard, unable to react at the speed, and his head slams against the floor creating starbursts of white in his vision and disorientating him.
Another chord curls around his left wrist, just a light touch gliding over his skin. Then it tightens harshly and pulls.
A stifled cry leaves him as he's haul into the air, shoulder and ankle clicking out of place as his body gives out under the strain. His tonfa drop with a muffled clatter into the carpet as he scrambles to summon a sickle bone and cut the rope around his wrist.
More snap out and wrap his free wrist and ankle, the chords going taut and making his body strain as it slowly rips his apart.
"Activate-" he gasps but yet another rope snaps out and snakes around his throat. His lips part in desperation but no air can get past the constriction.
His arm and ankle are radiating pain from the dislocation and his other limbs seem to be close to breaking point. He can feel more strings slither up his legs and constrict his hips and waist. The silk around his throat squeezes harder and his vision tunnels, black spots dancing across his sight.
It's been a total four seconds since he stepped into room, and something in his neck makes a low, wet crunch.
The next second is fire.
Red light fill the room, gushing into the pitch black and burning away the chords, along with the walls and everything else in the way with a frightening prejudice.
Kyouya barely registers falling and being caught by a blank faced Fon.
The Arcobaleno scans the teen, catching the lacerations and bruises before locking onto the dislocated limbs. Hopefully nothing is broken. Then he sees the boy's throat.
"Fuck," Fon snarls, unable to keep the expletive in. "Can you breathe?" he asks urgently but Kyouya's eyes are already slipping closed. Fon runs through a mental list of contacts, be he wouldn't be able to get the boy to a sun in time.
He places a hand to teen's throat. "I'm sorry, Kyouya, but I'm not a sun." Red flows across his hand and into the skin beneath it. "I'm a storm," Fon murmurs.
Kyouya jerks and air rushes into his lungs even as his throat screams in pain, the flesh being dissolved by Fon's flames to create an unblocked passage. It feels like swallowing acid and shards of glass, topped by razor blades.
"I'm sorry," Fon whispers as Kyouya fades.