Her ears were ringing. That was the first thing Kuruse became aware of, the next thing was pain. So much pain, her core ached and her lungs burned. She steeled herself, pressing one hand into the ground, her body protesting with full force-enough to make her falter and drop to the cement again. There wasn't much she could do, she thought so at least. Her last attack-what she thought would finish Benitsubasa off failed. It wasn't a total failure though. She managed to land severe cuts and gashes to the shorter Sekirei's legs and arms.
But that was it. It wasn't a kill shot. Her eyes traveled up, covered in a haze settling in from exhaustion and damage. She shook her head once, vision sharpening once more, and she pressed one hand into the ground. Straining and heaving she righted herself into a crouch, exhaling harshly. "Kuruse-san! Get up!" She heard the voice-it was faint, like a whisper in the back of her mind, but she knew who it was. It took more effort than she thought, but she turned her head looking at Minato-who looked fear stricken. "Kuruse-san!" He shouted again.
"I can't lay here..." She said, gritting her teeth, slowly standing herself up with the support of her trident. That's when she seen it, leaning into her trident for added support-Benitsubasa was hammering away on Musubi. The buxom Sekirei, her comrade could barely hold up her arms to maintain defense. It was like a predator on the hunt, Musubi could do nothing to stop the fangs from sinking deeper into her neck-claws ravaging her skin. "Hang on Musubi-san!" Kuruse strained, forcing what energy she had left into her legs and sprung forward, swinging her trident forward forcing Benitsubasa to jump back.
"Ah.. Ah.. Ah.." Musubi panted, coughing harshly, whipping the blood that flew from her mouth. Hazy brown eyes beamed upward catching the sight of auburn hair. "Agh... That hurts." Musubi whined, struggling to sit up, teeth gritted as she exerted her full strength-and she sat up completely. Slowly she brought herself to a standing position with the help of Kuruse. "The attack it didn't work..." Musubi swallowed, inhaling briskly.
"I've noticed..." Kuruse took a deep breath. "But, she has to be hurting, she couldn't stop all of my tridents."
"I thought I took care of you before." Benitsubasa leered at Kuruse, those pink eyes gleaming and blazing with so much malice it could choke a tiger to death. She was having fun at first-she still was, but she didn't want to hear Koto's mouth. She has no hesitation in throwing a swing at him, but that'd lead to fight she didn't want right now. "You two..." She shot forward, parrying passed Kuruse's swipe and punching Musubi across the face sending her flying to the side, she turned on her heel slamming her fist into Kuruse's side sending both opponents flying in opposite directions. She pulled herself into a crouch, about to go on the attack, but a sharp pain halted Benitsubasa.
"What the hell is that?" She grumbled to herself. She shook the thought away-shaking the pain away was much harder but unlike many times before she couldn't push the pain aside. She dashed to the right zoning in on Kuruse, and just as the trident user recovered she sent her fist forward smashing it across the auburn haired Sekirei's jaw sending her sliding back. She wasn't going to waste anymore time, it was time to finish this fight, the Red Sekirei shot forward, bringing another punch down where it meant its mark driving Kuruse into the cement and forcing a strangled gasp from her. "Yaaahh!" Shouting, Benitsubasa slammed down fist after fist on the prone Sekirei's body. Kuruse tried to block-dodging was useless, but she couldn't make any ground.
I hurt all over... Musubi thought, painfully. She pressed both hands into the slicked cement, panting, her exposed skin getting just as soaked as her clothes-it was a rather enticing image. And if it wasn't for circumstances she may have said something quirky for humor, though she didn't know it. But, she was in the middle of a fight-one she was beginning to lose. Fear gripped her heart, her eyes trained on Kuruse who was for lack of a better term being pounded profusely, Benitsubasa laid down punch after punch, the cement cracked-almost shaking from each blow. She swore she could feel the bridge shake. "Kuruse-san!"
With no reservations Musubi lunged forward, wrapping one arm around Benitsubasa's arm wrenching it back with all the strength she could muster drawing a scream from the pink haired Sekirei. She felt her grip slack, give, she grunted, teeth grinding as she pulled back a second time. And, with sheer momentum she smashed her fist into Benitsubasa's ribs, forcing the air from her lungs. "You stupid-!" Benitsubasa growled shaking herself from left to right-much like a dog did when it wanted to dry itself off.
Musubi clung on tightly wrenching her arm an inch more, feeling her bones starting to give, there was a shallow pop. "Get off of me!" Benitsubasa snapped, drawing an arm back and elbowing Musubi in the face-the buxom brunette let go instantly staggering back several steps almost tripping over her own feet. That's all the time Kuruse needed, with surprising speed and strength she jumped up, smashing her shoulder into Benitsubasa's stomach forcing the air from his lungs again, pressing her attack and cracked the shaft of the trident under her chin. Blood sprayed in the air as she bit down on her tongue. "You've pissed me off now!" Benitsubasa hollered, blood flying from her lips as a visible cut protruded from her tongue, she wrapped her arms around Kuruse's waist and with all of her strength threw her back like a ragdoll.
"Another hit..." Musubi said, drawing in another breath, whipping right under her nose. Her eyes widened as she watched the crimson substance drip from her ragged kimono sleeve, even more dripping from her face. She could feel it, taste the iron, well she created an opening-and almost broke the shorter Sekirei's arm so what did it matter? If she could create an opening they could win, if she broke her arm that'd give them an advantage. "GYAAAHH!" She cried out in pain, Kuruse flying into her like a cement truck, both of them tumbled and flipped across the ground their limbs entangling and trident clanging on the ground inches away.
Pain. So much pain. Kuruse fought for vision, she was aware that she was on the ground and felt the weight of Musubi just on the side of her. Even with her vision blearing she knew where her trident was-just a few inches away to her left. Okay, just move my arm... She performed the motion, grimacing, but she was okay-bruised and hurting but still alive and mobile. She grunted, Musubi's weight much heavier than she expected, collapsing back on the cement she bit back the cry of pain that was close to escaping her lips. "Musubi-san..." She wheezed.
"Sorry." Musubi painfully, slowly rolled her body off of Kuruse's, yelping when she hit the cement. "Oww.." She whined to herself, massaging the back of her head first-she'd need to massage her back and stomach soon after this, she wasn't sure what Benitsubasa did but Kuruse barreled into her like a truck. Heaving, she pressed herself into a crouch, wiping her arm across her face-wincing as she felt the blood drying smear over her skin again. "Kuruse-san... What do we do now? She's countering everything I come at her with, and she's reading into your moves..." Of course she wasn't going to give up-she didn't know how, but even she knew when she was outmatched.
Kuruse frowned, grabbing a hold of her trident. That was obvious, Benitsubasa was starting to move in for the kill-if any of those last two dozen or so punches spoke louder than she did. Which they did. It was only a matter of time before her or Musubi blacked out from exhaustion-then they'd be easy pickings for the shorter, angry Sekirei. But, she couldn't let it get to that point... And there was the fact she had little to no energy left, that last attack was supposed to end it. "I... Don't know Musubi-san, but I'll think of something." She tightened her grip on her shaft.
Benitsubasa wiped her lips several times-it was there she could taste it. Blood. And there was quite a bit of it. She craned her head to the side, spotting them both dozens of feet away barely holding themselves up. She growled, turning towards them and began her advance-neither fast nor slow, she walked, measured steps. Her pink mane billowing behind her like a curtain. "I guess I didn't you both enough credit, you're tough I'll and relentless I'll give you that... And, your courage is admirable, but stupid nonetheless." She stopped once she was within four feet, eyes locking onto theirs. "But, now even the both of you know that it's hopeless. You..." She pointed to Kuruse. "Are running low on energy, I'm surprised you can still stand considering the beating I've given you and as for you..." She turned to Musubi. "You've got a lot of spunk, but that isn't enough.. So that leaves me with one question."
"And, what is that?" Musubi asked.
"Who cares." Kuruse growled, pointing her trident forward. "I've tolerated all I can of your filthy mouth and arrogance." She spat on the cement. "It sickens me."
"Which one of you will scream for mercy first?" Benitsubasa continued, ignoring Kuruse's verbal jab. Her eyes flicked back and forth between her two opponents, measuring them up. From their condition to the look in their eyes-there was weariness and determination, also anger. "I'm willing to bet that it's you melon tits." She stepped forward watching for a reaction-seeing both of the girls take a stance, ready to fight, she grinned with malice. "I like that look in your eyes. You really want to kill me don't you? Well, come at me then!" She shouted, bolting towards them just as they pivoted off their back foots and charged forward-Musubi quickly rushing passed Kuruse and she dived.
Swaying and ducking. Benitsubasa weaved through the offensive barrage-the trident pronging towards her with vicious speed and precision still, just as Musubi continued relentlessly throwing strike after strike, combination after combination; Benitsubasa continued dodging using sharp footwork to just avoid the trident and dive in landing devastating blows to each of them. Kuruse growled, and jumped forward with a thrust, but Benitsubasa parried the attack and slammed a fist into the auburn haired Sekirei's back drawing a strained scream out of her. Kuruse tumbled forward, her legs and feet losing coordination for a split second-sending her into a spill sliding to a stop a few inches away. "Come on is that all you can do?" Benitsubasa taunted, smacking aside the thunderous strike-what would be a thunderous strike if it connected, but it didn't. It was deflected with little effort, overbalanced Musubi staggered forward, gasping painfully as Benitsubasa closed a hand around her neck, giving it a brutal squeeze.
"Shut up." Benitsubasa said coldly, punching her with crushing force in the stomach sending her flying back into Kuruse who was slowly getting up. She watched the two roll and flip across the cement, clothes tearing, skin peeling, and cement staying as slick as it had been since the morning. She wasn't expecting them to put up this much of a fight-they were relentless in their attacks, but after that last attack where she threw Kuruse overhead and back into the buxom Sekirei she thought that's when this fight would end. That the two would just sit still and take their punishment, but she was wrong, terribly wrong. They were fighting still and made her bite her tongue! "Now, stay right there and let me finish this..." She stalked towards them, disappearing from view, and appeared right in front of them Kuruse had little time to react as she was kicked to the side. "You first." Benitsubasa enclosed her hand around Musubi's throat, slowly lifting her off her feet.
"Grrgghhh..." Musubi grunted, teeth clenched as she fought for air. "I'm... Not going to lose!" She clawed at the smaller Sekirei's hand. Air was getting harder to inhale, her eyes were clenched shut-and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't open them. Just as she couldn't free herself from Benitsubasa's death grip. "Aggghh...!" She choked, head snapping back as Benitsubasa squeezed again-this time with enough force to crush it completely but she kept her strength in check. Musubi gasped and retched, her face starting to turn a light shade of red-and her movements began to lag and slacken.
"It's the end of the road for you melon tits..." She hefted Musubi off of the ground, slamming a punch into her stomach. "Any last words?"
"That was something new." Ryu looked at Uzume who sat at the kitchen table with a pleased smile on her face, long discarding her heels. Damn things hurt her feet and she almost stumbled when Ryu jolted, and she couldn't have that.
"Me giving you handjobs and blowjobs while cooking breakfast." Uzume held up a finger, head tilting to the side as she hummed softly. "We can check that off of the list now of things to do!" She laughed, she didn't do oral a lot-anymore at least. She learned her lesson the last few times she indulged in the art, and some lessons were learned the hard way, had to be learned the hard way. But, she didn't take things too literal, but that was one thing she had to learn the hard way.
"You have a list?" Ryu asked, a weary expression on his face as he turned back to look at her. If Uzume really had a list of things to do-giving him a blowjob while he cooked away at the oven was on that list... Well he was going to have tread more carefully, that was moving into the Matsu department who would have a list of things to do whenever she yanked him into her room. "Never mind, don't answer that." He said sighing softly as he finished off cooking the hash browns, he preferred his to be a golden brown, but since he was cooking so much-to make sure it was thoroughly cooked he let them get a little black, nothing too bad. He set the plate next to the others, not missing the lustful gleam in Uzume's eyes and that coy smile making its way onto her face.
"I had no idea you could cook." Uzume whistled, pleasantly surprised. Of course he didn't always live at the inn, so he had to live somehow. It's not like he ate fast food for every meal, every day. Well, she hoped he didn't-she watched the super size me movie with Karei when they were growing up at MBI, and she seen a lot of things on there she'd rather not see. Karei found it funny, she didn't. Naturally she wasn't focused on his cooking-it smelled great, all of it. But, she had a deal to uphold and she did it with perfection if Ryu's hissing and stumbling were anything to go by. "You know... You reminded me I have this blue apron." She took note of the look in Ryu's eyes. "How about you strip down and wear it?"
"You're not serious." Ryu sputtered.
"I totally am." Uzume nodded, her smile widening. "I can help you, I'll take off your hakama and you can take off your kimono."
Ryu chuckled softly, it never ceased to amaze him the length his Sekirei would go for a perverted cause. But, he wasn't going to indulge Uzume, and she was supposed to wear the apron naked-not him. "And, the off chance that I spill bacon grease because you can't keep your hands to yourself..." He trailed off, grimacing, that was not a pleasant image. "I'm going to stay clothed, thanks." He quickly concluded, no way was he going to risk spilling this hot bacon grease on any part of him. It was a shock enough when it'd pop and fly up striking his chest.
"But, I wore this." Uzume pouted. "This top is super tight!"
"You like tight." Ryu retorted, resisting the urge to laugh at her display. "And, the outfit does fit you." He licked his lips without realizing it. "Definitely..."
"Barely..." Uzume huffed softly, standing up from her seat, sauntering towards him. Ryu stood frozen, checking the eggs to his left. "You don't ever dress up for me! I've surprised you a gazillion times with my outfits and costumes and you haven't worn a single one." She went on her tip toes giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, moving her lips to his neck placing fleeting kisses with vigor. "I want to see you all nice and spiffy."
"You're not suggesting me to wear a suit."
"Yes sir."
"Out of the question." Ryu was firm. "Not happening in this lifetime or the next."
"Fine! Fine, it was worth a try." Uzume conceded, pressing herself against him. "I know just walk around naked, give me a show."
"Uzume..."
"Yes honey?"
"Please..." He took a breath. "Tell the others breakfast is done... I'm surprised they haven't come down yet."
"That is... Surprising." Uzume hummed to herself. "Okay, I'm on it! But, only because you asked me nicely."
Once Uzume left, he exhaled several times, clarity returning. Uzume was just too much at times she wasn't as shameless as Matsu-but that was replaced with her carefree attitude. And she didn't have a filter for her mouth. He gathered the dishes one by one, carefully maneuvering around and setting them in the sink running some water on them. "Now I see how Miya feels." He muttered to himself. He always enjoyed a meal prepared by her, but he never knew just how much work it was, and she was cooking for not just him and Minato, but their Sekirei as well. I wonder... He thought silently, eyes dimming as several thoughts surfaced at once. It was a task, monumental even, how Miya did it every day he'd never know.
He turned his attention to the food set out on the table. It looked like a feast-maybe not as giant or grand as a feast was presented, but it was a lot of food. He himself always ate a lot, he chalked it up to his metabolism and active lifestyle, but now he knew it was deeper than that. It took every bit of willpower not to stuff his face and forget his manners, he'd dig his hands in, literally. But, he waited. Perhaps it was Miya's rules that were set in place about dinner time being at an exact time and everyone had to be present before they could begin, or it was just his basic manners-either or. It was still hard when his stomach was growling, clawing for nourishment. He heard a few thuds coming-coming rather fast, and for one reason or another he got a very bad feeling. "What now?" He pinched his nose.
"Ryu, um, we have a small problem." Uzume's voice yanked him from his train of thought. She stood in the doorway with Yashima, Yomi, and Hari at her side. The first two entering-Hari looked especially flustered and that was never good. It wasn't the fluster she'd show when Ahiko said no to trying on an outfit, no this was something deeper. Much more whole than something as trivial as clothes.
"And..." He trailed of, getting a bad feeling. "What is that problem Uzume?"
"Well you see..." She didn't want to be blunt.
"Ahiko-chan wasn't in the room when I woke up!" Hari exclaimed beating the tenth Sekirei to it, Ryu's eyes widened for a moment before they narrowed. He looked at each of his girls in tow for a long moment, and Hari continued as hysterical as she started. "I went to check on the others and ask if they seen her but Toyotama-san and Nanaha-san were gone too! I don't know where they went, Ahiko-chan didn't tell me anything about leaving today!" Uzume patted her back soothingly, Yashima sat down stuffing a piece of toast into her mouth, and Yomi just looked uncomfortable. "I've got a really bad feeling..."
Ryu was speechless. It happened a lot. Matsu and her advances were enough to leave anyone speechless to the lengths she'd go, and how refreshing it was. He did enjoy her expertise. But, this was a whole different kind of speechless, he could only feel angry. Angry. Why in the hell would those three leave abruptly-why would Ahiko just leave? She was never one to rebel, Toyotama wouldn't step outside on a day like this, and Nanaha normally helped him out or spoke to him while they were waking up. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it. No words could form, his mind almost blanking out.
"Ryu-kun, just breathe." Yomi said with concern making her way over to him. "I'm feeling a lot of anger coming from you..." She gripped his sleeve. "I don't like it."
"Yeah, let's just eat. I'm sure they'll be back soon." Uzume added. I don't like this one bit, Ryu is angry... I have to agree with Yomi.
"Of course I'm angry!" Ryu snapped, stomping a few inches away. "Three of my Sekirei just took it upon themselves to leave without even telling me! This is ridiculous" He seethed, fists clenching and knuckles cracking. "I need to know if they're safe, at least if they're here I know they're safe. Why the hell would they leave and not tell me!?"
"Who cares." Yashima said, eyes glistening and her head kept high. "Better for us." Better for me too, less competition that way.
"Yashima..." Uzume whispered, concern flashing in her eyes as she felt a wave of raw emotion exude from Ryu. It was suffocating, overwhelming, she turned to face him but was met with an aura that made her shiver and shrink back. "Don't..."
"How can you say that Yashima-san!?" Hari cried.
"They steal Ryu-kun away from me." Yashima answered, oblivious to Ryu's growing anger.
"I'M NOT TRYING TO HEAR THAT SHIT!" Ryu hollered, swinging his right fist to the side, smashing a hole through the wall. Hari winced from the display. "This is ridiculous they just run off without telling me!" He vented punching the wall again, creating another hole, but he didn't care. He wanted to hit something, beat something, anything, anyone! He flicked his eyes on his Sekirei, piercing and sharp as his sword. Yomi stayed silent, Yashima looked fearful, and Uzume looked exhausted mixed with frightened. "And you, I'm sick of you being at each other's necks for every damn single thing! I've had it! I'm tired it!"
"Just come and lay down with-" Yashima was cut off.
"I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING!" Ryu snapped, aura flaring and the entire room shook. He took a deep breath-casting his senses out, immediately he felt dozens of presences, there were stronger ones out of the bunch, but they all felt the same. Damn it... He shouted mentally, of course Sekirei all felt the same-there weren't enough differences to discern aside from power which even then there could only be a few. And he felt another wave of anger smack him, but this was hot and blinding, it consumed him completely. No, they didn't go out to help Minato and his Sekirei, they just didn't do that. Maybe they went to the costume store or some lingerie shop, but they didn't go out to help him. "Son of a bitch they did, why!?" He snapped storming passed his Sekirei and grabbing his sword resting it under his obi-he always kept it close in case he had to fight.
"You're not saying..." Uzume's and Yomi's eyes widened like saucers. "No..."
"Get dressed in your battle clothes." Ryu ordered, his normal light tone was completely gone replaced with the sharp and clipped tone. "We need to get moving before they get themselves in deep shit, I can't believe this..."
"Got it!" Uzume and Yomi agreed sprinting out of the kitchen, but not before sneaking a few plates of food. Can't fight on an empty stomach after all.
"But why do I have to!?" Yashima yelled, eyes glistening.
"GO GET DRESSED AND STOP TRYING TO DEBATE!" Ryu yelled, frightening her, Yashima barely nodded before running out of the kitchen. "Has everyone lost their fucking minds!?"
"Ryu-kun..." Hari was near tears. "I don't want them to die, they're my friends..."
"I'm going to make sure nobody does." Ryu said with an assuring tone. "Call Miya and tell her what's going on."
"But what about you!?"
"I'm going to fight!" He ran to the door. "And, clean up this mess!
Kuruse blinked once, twice, three times. She shook her head, vision blurring for a second before it sharpened. Fear struck her heart as she watched Musubi nearly lifeless dangling from the ground. "No!" She exclaimed, forgetting about all of her pain at the moment and dove forward, trident thrusting forward. Relief was like a cloak, Benitsubasa dropped Musubi to the ground, jumping up and away. "Musubi-san, are you okay?" Kuruse asked with hast, squatting down and helping the girl to a crouch; Musubi coughed profusely, massaging her throat as her skin color returned to its normal pigment as opposed to a light red.
"I-" she coughed, shaking her head once. "Need a minute."
"You're really starting to piss me off!" Benitsubasa yelled, landing several feet away eyes blazing." I thought you'd take a hint and stay down, but you're stupider than you look."
"Kuruse-san..." Musubi struggled to stand, pressing one hand to the cement. "She's too strong."
We can't pull back now... Kuruse frowned, wrapping one of Musubi's arms around the back of her neck, putting the other one around her waist, supporting her just barely. Too strong was putting it nicely, Kuruse painfully realized they weren't mounting any offense, before they were doing well; very well if she had to say so herself. She knew for a fact Benitsubasa had a cracked rib or two. "You have any ideas?"
"No..."
"Hey! Are you ignoring me!" Benitsubasa hollered, evidently breaking their conversation up. She did not appreciate being ignored. Koto ignored her all the time and when he wasn't doing that he was ordering her around or telling her to shut up, which she didn't take kindly to either. And, then there were numerous times when they'd come to blows which resulted in her being flat on her back and him with a gash running down his forehead. More importantly, who the hell did these two think they were ignoring her!? Carrying on with a conversation when she's standing but a few feet away? "That's it, I'm going to break you both in half!"
"You need anger management." Kuruse commented. "Or medication."
"I don't need anger management or medication!" Benitsubasa snapped, shooting forward. Kuruse and Musubi had little time to react, they couldn't as much scream if they wanted to. She slammed a fist across Musubi's ribs, with blinding speed she slammed home another punch to Kuruse snapping her head back, and drawing a cry of pain out of her.
"Haruka-san!" Minato exclaimed, panicked. "It's time for Kuno to use her ability!"
"But she'll get hurt!" Haruka protested instantly.
"Now you listen here!" Minato snapped, running towards him and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt shaking him viciously. His eyes blazed with anger. he was scared. Petrified. His Sekirei were out there fighting with everything they had, they were getting beat senseless! And, yet they continued fighting, he could feel fear taking a grip of him, tears flooding his eyes as he heard Musubi choke and gasp, Kuruse scream and choke. "My Sekirei are fighting with everything they have right now! All for you two and your escape! You will have Kuno use her ability now!" He dropped him harshly, glaring daggers at him.
"Haruka-san he's right..." Kuno spoke up, her expression hardening. "I'm just sitting here like a coward while they fight... I have to do something!"
"But-"
"No buts!" Minato snapped, taking a deep breath. "Do it now Kuno!"
Musubi gasped. She choked. She experienced gut punches before, Miya's strike with the hilt of her sword was paralyzing. But, this was something else entirely, she was paralyzed-yes, but she was helpless. Her strength did nothing against Benitsubasa's grip on her throat, and the blows that smashed into her exposed belly forced her to gasp. Sometimes it came out as a strangled gasp, her eyes tearing up, and moisture running down her cheeks. Minato-san... She thought, gasping again, her hands that desperately clawed at Benitsubasa's grip slackened darting to her stomach to cradle it. Benitsubasa grinned, holding her up like a trophy. "Game over melon tits, thanks for entertaining me. Even if it was for a few minutes." She smashed a fist across her jaw, Musubi's head snapped to the side as she shot back, heading right for a steel beam-that would no doubt break her back upon impact.
But it never came.
Musubi hit something soft and wet, she opened her bleary eyes but shut them instantly. Overwhelmed with pain. "Easy Musubi-san I got you!" Relief hit Musubi, she could cry. Hearing her friend's voice, she opened one eye-just barely. She seen red, a red half top and breasts, she'd reach out to touch them if she wasn't hurting but she stayed still as Ahiko held her close as she made a swift landing. On instinct Musubi turned to the side, spotting Nanaha and Toyotama just a centimeter away with Kuruse supported between them, both set her down carefully. "It's okay now, we're here." Ahiko gave a small smile.
"I've never been happier to see you." Kuruse said, relief shining in her eyes. "You've made it just in time."
"Well, I can't let an arrogant little girl who doesn't know when to shut the fuck up walk around thinking she's the queen." Toyotama spat, sneering at Benitsubasa. "You two look a hot mess."
"Really?" Kuruse asked, sighing, but regretted it. "Ugh, anyways. We've got numbers on our side now..."
"Yeah..." Musubi agreed, leaning into Ahiko as she squatted to the ground. "We should be able to win now."
"You guys just rest." Nanaha said. "You've done your part.
"But, do you see that one girl right there?" Musubi asked, grimacing with pain. "She fought me and Kuruse-san at the same time without really breaking a sweat... And there's four more people after her..."
"Don't say the odds." Ahiko said, staring at the entire squad for a long moment before resting a hand on Musubi's back. "You two got some good hits in!" She smiled, standing up to her full height. "Rest easy for now."
"Didn't you hear what Musubi-san just said?" Kuruse was almost shocked. "She fought both of us at the same time!"
"We heard." Toyotama said, jabbing one end of her staff through the cement. She heard about the Discipline Squad. Ryu fought all three of them at once, though the outcome wasn't very good, he truly was fearless. Benitsubasa was arrogant way too cocky for her own good, her blue eyes flicked up and down, sizing Benitsubasa up. The shorter Sekirei was showing signs of damage from the battle, blood seeped from her legs and arms and even some parts of her torso and face. "And, like Ahiko just said you've got some good hits in, she has to be hurting." Toyotama laughed. "Good, because of that little troll I'm getting soaked. I'm going to beat her ass!"
"Well... This is unexpected." Karasuba said, gazing around the battlefield and its newest participants. Ryu-kun must be coming here as well, yes he is I can sense his anger... Interesting, very interesting... And I feel a... Familiar energy lingering around here... Yes it has to be...
"Should I step in?" Haihane asked.
"No." Koto replied, sizing up the three of them for a long moment. Ahiko stood out the most considering her outfit was entirely red, contrasting sharply with her dark hair and slight tan skin. This is why he told Benitsubasa to stop prancing around and talking trash, and just finish Musubi and Kuruse. But, she didn't listen and now she was going to face the consequences. "Not just yet, let's see how she deals with this."
"Koto-kun." Luna laughed softly. "A bit harsh, no?"
"Not at all."