[Well, the three of them walk through the door, and the good news is, it doesn't kick anyone out. The bad news is, it cuts straight to the monster room.]
[Akira does a nasty double-take when he enters, first down at himself and then at the area around him — he knows this room. But in the center, where there should have been an asshole with a nose like a tengu sitting behind a desk, there's only stone floor, and from what he can see some of the other cells are actually occupied. He looks down at his body (as far as he can with this goddamn collar around his neck) and finds that there's not any chains attached to him this time, so when the door opens, he moves into the main arena unprompted. Presumably, Kido or Jiro will come out one of the other doors and they'll put in the omamori, and it'll be done.]
[...Then Kamoshida comes out holding a sword, and Akira makes a weird gutteral sound, like he's trying to talk but forgot that his vocal chords can't actually support that anymore. And then Kamoshida is coming towards him, and he's got no choice but to fight. He tries to play it defensively at first, but when the first knives dig into his back, Kamoshida takes that opportunity to get a nice big gash in along his shoulder and forearm. Blood's dripping out of the wound, and after that, he quickly realizes he has no choice but to play hardball.]
[By Madarame, he's learned how long he can stop fighting before the weapons come in. The samurai goes down faster than Kamoshida, but the monster's body language doesn't make it seem as if he's enjoying this. He makes a point to put one paw over the blue katana and skid it away, over to the wall.]
[...When Shido steps into the arena, all bets are off. The man is a bloody heap in less than a minute.]
[Akechi, though, Akechi gives him a pause, and he eats the blades with a growl. Even with that beam sword he's clearly already wounded and at a severe disadvantage, and his attitude is all wrong — he's still brandishing that toy and playing a hero, but it's so earnest. He's not desperate, and he's not composed.]
[Still, after the brown-haired youth makes the first move, Akira makes short work of him. And he whips around to the next door, hissing, tail lashing around, already expecting another enemy. What fresh hell was going to walk out that door this time? Shadow Sae, with a sword and a hammer? Caroline and Justine, finally gone full asshole?]
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[Well, the three of them walk through the door, and the good news is, it doesn't kick anyone out. The bad news is, it cuts straight to the monster room.]
[Akira does a nasty double-take when he enters, first down at himself and then at the area around him — he knows this room. But in the center, where there should have been an asshole with a nose like a tengu sitting behind a desk, there's only stone floor, and from what he can see some of the other cells are actually occupied. He looks down at his body (as far as he can with this goddamn collar around his neck) and finds that there's not any chains attached to him this time, so when the door opens, he moves into the main arena unprompted. Presumably, Kido or Jiro will come out one of the other doors and they'll put in the omamori, and it'll be done.]
[...Then Kamoshida comes out holding a sword, and Akira makes a weird gutteral sound, like he's trying to talk but forgot that his vocal chords can't actually support that anymore. And then Kamoshida is coming towards him, and he's got no choice but to fight. He tries to play it defensively at first, but when the first knives dig into his back, Kamoshida takes that opportunity to get a nice big gash in along his shoulder and forearm. Blood's dripping out of the wound, and after that, he quickly realizes he has no choice but to play hardball.]
[By Madarame, he's learned how long he can stop fighting before the weapons come in. The samurai goes down faster than Kamoshida, but the monster's body language doesn't make it seem as if he's enjoying this. He makes a point to put one paw over the blue katana and skid it away, over to the wall.]
[...When Shido steps into the arena, all bets are off. The man is a bloody heap in less than a minute.]
[Akechi, though, Akechi gives him a pause, and he eats the blades with a growl. Even with that beam sword he's clearly already wounded and at a severe disadvantage, and his attitude is all wrong — he's still brandishing that toy and playing a hero, but it's so earnest. He's not desperate, and he's not composed.]
[Still, after the brown-haired youth makes the first move, Akira makes short work of him. And he whips around to the next door, hissing, tail lashing around, already expecting another enemy. What fresh hell was going to walk out that door this time? Shadow Sae, with a sword and a hammer? Caroline and Justine, finally gone full asshole?]