[It just can't be helped - eventually a shadow gets too close, and Kidou's not fast enough to evade its outstretched claws. His hesitancy to attack vanishes in a bright flash of pain at his shoulder; Kidou grits his teeth and kicks his ball as hard as he can at his assailant. It remains a solid object just long enough for Kidou's ball to bounce right back to his raised knee; even as it starts to vanish he's shifting his grip on his sniper rifle to change his balance and whipping around with a sharp roundhouse kick to slam his soccer ball into another target.
His shoulder is really hurting, but he doesn't focus on that at all right now. It doesn't matter, even when he's cleared his surrounding area long enough to pull the rifle back out, and take aim at shadows trying to pursue the Marchosias.
One. Two. Three, and the back of Kidou's mind coils into a sharp feeling of panic. He doesn't have to see to know there's things right behind him now. He took all his attention off of his immediate area to try to be useful to someone else. Just above him, the penguin-headed cape part of his Eligor stares sharply at him, projecting an elite sense of harsh disapproval. The two figures carrying the winged platform it rests on stay silent and still. Kidou ignores all of that. He knows what it wants him to do, but he's just - he can't.
Kidou races forward, feeling the breeze across the back of his neck where the thing tried to attack, and doesn't stop running until he's reached his new ally's side. So, Marchosias. Winged wolf. He was right; that had to be that.]
So I was right. That's a Marchosias-
[There had been so many named Marchosias, though. Which one would it be? Kidou's got the benefit of using thought to transmit; he doesn't have to waste breath talking or time to say it. He reaches the Marchosias's side, automatically turning his back to him to face down his pursuers. Absolutely nothing he has is really meant for short-range combat, and Kidou knows it. He's not supposed to be at short range, he also knows.
So far, that just isn't stopping him.]
This clearing isn't going to last; we need to keep moving!
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His shoulder is really hurting, but he doesn't focus on that at all right now. It doesn't matter, even when he's cleared his surrounding area long enough to pull the rifle back out, and take aim at shadows trying to pursue the Marchosias.
One. Two. Three, and the back of Kidou's mind coils into a sharp feeling of panic. He doesn't have to see to know there's things right behind him now. He took all his attention off of his immediate area to try to be useful to someone else. Just above him, the penguin-headed cape part of his Eligor stares sharply at him, projecting an elite sense of harsh disapproval. The two figures carrying the winged platform it rests on stay silent and still. Kidou ignores all of that. He knows what it wants him to do, but he's just - he can't.
Kidou races forward, feeling the breeze across the back of his neck where the thing tried to attack, and doesn't stop running until he's reached his new ally's side. So, Marchosias. Winged wolf. He was right; that had to be that.]
So I was right. That's a Marchosias-
[There had been so many named Marchosias, though. Which one would it be? Kidou's got the benefit of using thought to transmit; he doesn't have to waste breath talking or time to say it. He reaches the Marchosias's side, automatically turning his back to him to face down his pursuers. Absolutely nothing he has is really meant for short-range combat, and Kidou knows it. He's not supposed to be at short range, he also knows.
So far, that just isn't stopping him.]
This clearing isn't going to last; we need to keep moving!
[Introductions can come later.]