[i]Gotta b-be kidding me...[/i]

Irony. Definitely irony. He was familiar with the taste, but tasting it right here and right now wasn't a good sign. Split lip for sure. His nose hurt, a [i]lot[/i] actually, and might have been broken. Hard to tell. His back felt cold, cold except for the warm, slow rivulets of red trickling down his back. Same place they hit Benkei. Pretty self explanatory. Which was good because McD's employee-of-the-month three months running was having a really, really hard time thinking through the pain.

Not that he was gonna get the chance to recover. He could hear them coming. New girl had her Persona, too, but he could still hear 'em coming. Meant he needed to hold out. Kimiko hadn't done her thing. Needed more time. So he'd get it for her. Daisuke pushed himself to his feet, groaning a little at the feedback his body sent his way, and surveyed the scene. At least, the pieces of it he could do something about. Ten more DRUs closing on his position. Benkei further away. No weapon in hand. Which, actually, made step one clear. Gesturing towards Benkei seemed to make the larger-than-life Persona get the picture (naturally, he [i]was[/i] Daisuke after all and Daisuke was him and he [i]really[/i] needed to leave thinking about it 'til after he got patched up) and the warrior monk hurled the teen's makeshift staff at the back of one of the approaching DRUs.

True to irritatingly-pierce-resistant form, the staff didn't do much in the way of damage. But it hit and bounced off, sending it spinning end over end back towards the teen who caught it with his right hand and dropped down into a ready stance. They'd already proven he couldn't do much by hand, but he didn't need to. 

Benkei sprinting in his direction, ready to Bash in the chassis of the first DRU to make a move, meant he just needed to not get killed.

He could do that.

He could get them all that little bit more time.