He was gonna be real fucking ugly in the morning. If he got to see the next one. Wiping the trickle of blood out of his right eye and away from his nose, Daisuke knew he was punching at a weight class way above his own. Literally. Each robotic pizza delivery demon weighed three or so times what he did, and at nine DRUs coming after him... Three times nine, twenty seven. Outweighed twenty seven times over. Benkei evened the odds a bit, but... He hurt. He hurt all fucking over. He could feel the hits, the spikes of pain through the adrenaline-fueled haze. How many DRUs were left? How long could he keep going? How long until he wasn't quick enough?

"Nine on one, huh? Can't handle a fair fight?" Daisuke laughed, even though he instantly regretted it. He wasn't going to let [i]them[/i] see that, though, so he spat the blood that had leaked into his mouth on the ground between them. "Too scared of a teenager?"

Didn't fucking matter. Nowhere to run to, even if he felt like it. And he wasn't gonna. That'd mean leaving Kimiko and the guitar girl behind. And there was no way in [i]hell[/i] that he was gonna do that. Sachiko's badass big brother didn't back down, and he [i]certainly[/i] didn't hang his friends out to dry.

"Fucking hate bullies, y'know that?" The teen delinquent rolled his neck, feeling the joints crack and advanced on his enemies deliberately. Benkei followed, matching the McDonalds worker's almost cocky swagger. Daisuke cast a look over his shoulder to the towering Persona, and added; "Follow my lead, big guy."

He lunged abruptly, the word "Bash!" ripping from the depths of his chest in a roar. His makeshift staff arced to the side matched by the flat of Benkei's blade, slamming into the side of a DRU. He spun without waiting to see the result, catching the same DRU with the haft as another roar tore from his lips and the naginata's flat smashed into another DRU. He didn't cease the assault, striking each of the DRUs as rapidly as he could and moving erratically to re-position and prevent the fucking robotic heralds of fast food unemployment from taking clear aim. 

The best defense was a good offense, and pressed against the wall, Daisuke was fighting back with everything he had.