NIGHT 65: WEST WING, SOUTH HALL 1-B

[madeinthehrl]

[from here]

Her head spun alarmingly as she exited the women's rooms and headed for the main hallway, but Soma didn't stop. In a situation like this, the best course of action was probably to keep moving.

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[thecamellia]

Problem was, how did you stop something that so resembled a living shadow?

The one thing Tsubaki did know was that they couldn't just let him get away. So Sora was forced to split his attention between her and the chain ready to tangle him up, she shot forward, striking out with the blunt part of the scythe. If restraining him without hurting him wouldn't work, then knocking him out of commission was the only way.

[survives]

No good. He was obviously trying to avoid the light, really didn't seem to like it at all, but it wasn't stopping him just yet, not even close. It could probably be enough to give them somewhat of an edge, if she kept the light on him, but it'd do them no good if they couldn't stop him in the first place.

Nevertheless, Leanne wasn't about to let up either. She kept the flashlight fixed on him, her steps far more careful than before as she followed after his own steps. They only needed just enough time to knock him out, just until Tsubaki's scythe had done its job.

She took a step back as Tsubaki attacked, the flashlight still held out in front of her.

[lighthearted]

Right as the Anti-Form darted toward Tsubaki, it was hit with a double-whammy of attacks. Normally, a light wouldn't seem that dangerous, but in this case it was very effective. It lit up his body in all of its blackness -- the dark smoke that lifted off of him, his glowing eyes, and his bloody claws.

And before he could get out of the way or do much of anything, the scythe smacked him right in the chest. Weakened by the light, it threw him to the ground hard. He crashed to the floor, staring up at the ceiling in complete disorientation.

And then, everything really did go black.