[Chuuya has never been a man of great self-restraint, and when people he cares about are in trouble... well, any he could possibly have goes straight out the window.
Guns won't do shit to him, but he's quite happy to redirect any bullets shot their way that Akutagawa misses, a red glow overtaking his form as he alters their gravity on the return and sends them back with twice as much force.]
These pieces of shit have no idea what they're dealing with.
[He strides forward with Akutagawa, trusting the other to watch his side as one of the guards rushes him with a blade-- he ducks under it, reaching up with one gloved hand to slam his fist into the metal armor.
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Guns won't do shit to him, but he's quite happy to redirect any bullets shot their way that Akutagawa misses, a red glow overtaking his form as he alters their gravity on the return and sends them back with twice as much force.]
These pieces of shit have no idea what they're dealing with.
[He strides forward with Akutagawa, trusting the other to watch his side as one of the guards rushes him with a blade-- he ducks under it, reaching up with one gloved hand to slam his fist into the metal armor.
It crunches inward like paper.]
Where is she?