The crack accompanying Mikami's strike on the cat's hindquarters was met with a sort of humorless satisfaction in managing to injure the thing. Certainly it was a benefit counted toward so meticulously attending the gym, albeit one that could never have been foreseen - had Mikami known that he would be in this situation beforehand, he would have taken even further measures. What those would have been he didn't yet have the time to contemplate.
His recovering sweep of the flashlight failed to turn up the cat's form, and for a brief moment, he thought he had actually managed to drive the thing off. In the next, however, it was back on the attack, moving much too silently than any beast should be capable of with a legs out of commission. Mikami didn't have much of a chance to get out of the way, and the cat's claws entangled and tore through the cloth at his legs, leaving tracks on the skin beneath. He dropped his journal with a flat smack as he stumbled back against the wall behind him.
Ryuk was currently forgotten, the prosecutor's thoughts entirely focused on finding a way to survive the encounter. However, the question of whether he had a thing for attracting trouble from things with claws was distressingly clear....
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His recovering sweep of the flashlight failed to turn up the cat's form, and for a brief moment, he thought he had actually managed to drive the thing off. In the next, however, it was back on the attack, moving much too silently than any beast should be capable of with a legs out of commission. Mikami didn't have much of a chance to get out of the way, and the cat's claws entangled and tore through the cloth at his legs, leaving tracks on the skin beneath. He dropped his journal with a flat smack as he stumbled back against the wall behind him.
Ryuk was currently forgotten, the prosecutor's thoughts entirely focused on finding a way to survive the encounter. However, the question of whether he had a thing for attracting trouble from things with claws was distressingly clear....