Another thing that had to go was the pink jacket. It was too eye-catching. Peeling it off, Tsubaki abandoned it under the bus, leaving her in the thin, dark blue t-shirt she’d been wearing underneath. With it gone, she pressed herself against the bus’ hulk and tried to get a glimpse of where Kurogane had gone. She got only a brief impression of him running along the side of the road before his receding figure was eclipsed by the bedlam around her.
A stray feather fell in front of her eyes; a leftover from one of the giant birds circling over the vehicle. She’d never encountered one of the creatures personally before, but they were obviously aggressive and dangerously high in number. Long years of practice allowed her to even out her breathing despite the tension thrumming under her skin.
Get ready, Tsubaki.
She had a weapon. She could help fight their way to safety. She wasn’t helpless.
Three… two… one…
Tsubaki timed her run and darted out on the heels of a passing bird, keeping to cover where she could find it. Cover, however, was scarce--the only nearby building that she was aware of was the hospital, and although the trees on either side of the road would deter flying foes, blundering around in strange territory only opened the door to monsters who might be hunting in the forest.
She had just started around the second bus when the hair on the back of her neck rose. Looking up, she saw a talon clip the edge of the bus, only a few inches short of where her head had been. Quick! Before she could get out from under it, the bird banked sharply; she heard the rustle of dirt and grass as it landed, wings flaring wide to try and strike her again. Although Tsubaki jumped away, a wing tip still clipped her shoulder with enough force to send her to the ground.
The kusarigama. Holding the image of her chain scythe in her mind, the girl crawled forward and rolled herself under the bus. Something hit the side of it with a shriek, but she was already squeezing herself out the other side and onto the road, a golden glow illuminating the end of her hair. By the time the Aquila charged around the corner, she had the handle of the chain scythe in her hand.
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Another thing that had to go was the pink jacket. It was too eye-catching. Peeling it off, Tsubaki abandoned it under the bus, leaving her in the thin, dark blue t-shirt she’d been wearing underneath. With it gone, she pressed herself against the bus’ hulk and tried to get a glimpse of where Kurogane had gone. She got only a brief impression of him running along the side of the road before his receding figure was eclipsed by the bedlam around her.
A stray feather fell in front of her eyes; a leftover from one of the giant birds circling over the vehicle. She’d never encountered one of the creatures personally before, but they were obviously aggressive and dangerously high in number. Long years of practice allowed her to even out her breathing despite the tension thrumming under her skin.
Get ready, Tsubaki.
She had a weapon. She could help fight their way to safety. She wasn’t helpless.
Three… two… one…
Tsubaki timed her run and darted out on the heels of a passing bird, keeping to cover where she could find it. Cover, however, was scarce--the only nearby building that she was aware of was the hospital, and although the trees on either side of the road would deter flying foes, blundering around in strange territory only opened the door to monsters who might be hunting in the forest.
She had just started around the second bus when the hair on the back of her neck rose. Looking up, she saw a talon clip the edge of the bus, only a few inches short of where her head had been. Quick! Before she could get out from under it, the bird banked sharply; she heard the rustle of dirt and grass as it landed, wings flaring wide to try and strike her again. Although Tsubaki jumped away, a wing tip still clipped her shoulder with enough force to send her to the ground.
The kusarigama. Holding the image of her chain scythe in her mind, the girl crawled forward and rolled herself under the bus. Something hit the side of it with a shriek, but she was already squeezing herself out the other side and onto the road, a golden glow illuminating the end of her hair. By the time the Aquila charged around the corner, she had the handle of the chain scythe in her hand.