[ Trained to act on the fly, Aki shifts, dodging things out the way and moving, adjusting his weight as he wobbles and tries to get himself comfortable again. The thud makes him stumble back, and his balance - shot with the loss of his arm - is more difficult to manage. He grits his teeth, digging his heels into the ground as he breathes out sharply.
Lifting his head, he watches Tsurumaru move, plunging it into the head of the creature, and he breathes out a little. It seems to always end up like this, these days; that he helps, aids, but someone else has to come to his rescue. Someone else does the rest of it.
Pushing himself up to his feet, he rubs at his brow, dropping the bit of metal back into the snow. ]
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Lifting his head, he watches Tsurumaru move, plunging it into the head of the creature, and he breathes out a little. It seems to always end up like this, these days; that he helps, aids, but someone else has to come to his rescue. Someone else does the rest of it.
Pushing himself up to his feet, he rubs at his brow, dropping the bit of metal back into the snow. ]
... That was easier than I expected. Well done.