Even with the way his mind was paralyzed with the pain, Guy could hear both Anise and Claude screaming his name, willing him to get back up with their yells alone. He only wished it would work that way, but he found himself closing his eyes as he realized that there was no way he had the strength for that. He didn't even have it in him to gather the fonons required to center himself again.
For their sake, he tried once again to make his body move, but it refused to respond, and his blood went cold when he heard the footsteps of Sync moving in his direction. He wanted to order his friends not to watch - whatever Sync was going to do to end this, it wouldn't be pretty - and yet his throat felt dried out. No words would come.
It was a whole different story, though, when Sync suddenly did the unthinkable and pushed his weight down on Guy's broken arms, first one and then the other. While Sync was small and thin, his weight was enough to make the pain blinding, and Guy lost all semblance of pride as he screamed out hoarsely each time the God-General stepped down. He wasn't sure he'd been through this amount of pain before. Not like this.
If anything, that made him even more certain that he was going to die.
His stomach churned and he felt like he was starting to go into shock, but he forced himself to stay aware. He couldn't back out now, especially not when he realized that his body was slowly being moved until he was faced with Claude once again.
He wanted to look away - Claude shouldn't see this - and yet there was nothing he could do. Then Sync's muscled arm jammed under his neck and pulled up against his throat, closing down his air passage. The swordsman gasped for air, taking wheezing breaths as he once again tried to pull up his crushed arms so that he could remove the God-General's grip.
Re: Coliseum Floor - North
For their sake, he tried once again to make his body move, but it refused to respond, and his blood went cold when he heard the footsteps of Sync moving in his direction. He wanted to order his friends not to watch - whatever Sync was going to do to end this, it wouldn't be pretty - and yet his throat felt dried out. No words would come.
It was a whole different story, though, when Sync suddenly did the unthinkable and pushed his weight down on Guy's broken arms, first one and then the other. While Sync was small and thin, his weight was enough to make the pain blinding, and Guy lost all semblance of pride as he screamed out hoarsely each time the God-General stepped down. He wasn't sure he'd been through this amount of pain before. Not like this.
If anything, that made him even more certain that he was going to die.
His stomach churned and he felt like he was starting to go into shock, but he forced himself to stay aware. He couldn't back out now, especially not when he realized that his body was slowly being moved until he was faced with Claude once again.
He wanted to look away - Claude shouldn't see this - and yet there was nothing he could do. Then Sync's muscled arm jammed under his neck and pulled up against his throat, closing down his air passage. The swordsman gasped for air, taking wheezing breaths as he once again tried to pull up his crushed arms so that he could remove the God-General's grip.
They wouldn't move.