[h3][color=6ecff6]Miyako[/color][/h3]
[i]Finishing Touches - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic[/i]
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There was something to be said about the tenacity of that pajama wearing freak. To have sustained such injuries at this point, scalp herself, and still going was nothing short of remarkable but this was a detail that was completely missed by Mi at this point as Hana plunged her hand down into the Mi’s open wound. Mi wailed a pained cry as she felt the reckless butchering inside her abdomen that slowly was cutting upwards towards more vital regions. 

It was honestly better that Mi, herself, had taken the backseat at this point to her [i]other side[/i] as the amount of beastly adrenaline and psychosis had prevented Mi from passing out. Mi spattered blood from her mouth as Hana’s dagger found some sensitive organs. Feeling threatened, Mi used her now free hands to grab ahold of Hana by her bicep, talons sinking in as she tried to hold Hana’s arm in place in order to prevent it from sinking in further. Although weakened, Mi was still capable of holding Hana at bay, perhaps even to remove her arm from her stomach as well. However, there was that other one to contest with as his looming shadow was finally noticed by the struggling Mi, but a moment too late…

Takumi’s koukaku hammer was in mid-swing by the time Mi had realized what he was doing. At this point, her options were a bit limited with Hana’s arm elbow deep in Mi’s abdomen, so she let instinct take over. Hana’s resistance had slowed, even halted now as the pajama-wearing butcher had fainted. Mi still kept one hand around Hana’s bicep but felt safe enough to use the other to withdraw and protect her face.

Perhaps there were better plans for dealing with this, but the only one Mi had confidence in was the swiftness. Her arm could be in a better position to protect her head than her Ukaku, which would have taken considerably longer to swing around and harden before the hammer came down. Time, Mi probably didn’t have. So she positioned her forearm to protect her face and closed her eyes hoping for the best.
Full force of Takumi’s hammer came down on top of Mi’s armored forearm. It shattered her armor as it continued its swing down to Mi’s arm, which trapped between the hammer and Mi’s armored forehead, broke in a nauseating crunch as her ulna was crushed underneath the head of the hammer, ushering a pained grunt from Mi. Despite the damage, Mi’s head was protected as the remaining force from the hammer only managed to slightly crack the boney head plate around the eye socket. But she survived and now wasn’t too pleased.

Mi’s Ukaku hardened and she turned just enough to fire a point blank volley to Takumi as she delicately pulled Hana’s arm from her midsection. Once free, she pushed the unconscious Hana aside and quickly tried to scamper away and put some distance between her and Takumi in addition to returning to her feet. However, she only managed to turn over onto her healthy hand and knees before she pretty much vomited blood from her mouth as the shifting remains of her organs rattled inside. Blood had also began to pour out of Mi’s midsection as severed arteries leaked her fluids. With all her damaged sustained, she collapsed down onto her stomach before managing to roll to her back. Her healthy arm reached around and tried to cover her midsection.

A keen eye could see some faint smoke creeping out of her stomach as her Ghoul anatomy allowed healing wounds at a rapid pace but at this point Mi was too depleted. She could feel it and had to prioritize the regeneration of her damaged internal tissues in order just to survive the next few minutes. But this was it. Even Mi’s Kakuja could see how grim the situation was. Even if Takumi had sustained serious injury from that short burst of fletchette fire, the kids or that other naggy ghoul could easily finish Mi off. She was pretty much spent. Thus, Mi’s [i]other side[/i] resorted to a tactic that prioritized survival, at least that’s how an outsider might see it. To Mi, it was just another cruel trick that it liked to play on poor Mi.

Miyako, the real Miyako, had suddenly rushed back into focus as her Kakuja relinquished control to her. Almost immediately, Mi felt the agony of her insides and whimpered as she painfully leaned up just enough to witness her blood (probably some of Hana’s, too) drenched in the remains of her clothes and pooling around her at the moment. Mi fell back down onto her back as her mind quickly tried to catch up with everything, trying not to panic as the increased breathing rate pained her each time she heaved in and out. Mi was so distressed, that she hadn’t even noticed her arm was broken as she moved it over her midsection, her lower part of that arm hanging limp as it flopped onto her abdomen. 

This was it, Miyako thought to herself. She was probably going to die here and despite all of Mi’s very controlled and quiet nature, this was the one thing that broke her. Realization that she was going to die. Mi’s chest heaved as she stuttered while her eyes began to water. [color=6ecff6]“I-I-I di-di-didn’t w-want this!”[/color] She cried out as she began to quietly weep as she turned to find Takumi, remembering his earlier good nature. [color=6ecff6]“P-p-please…I-I don’t want to.. B-but I couldn’t help it. I-I just don’t.. want to die.”[/color] Mi begged, trying to recover from yet another disaster that her Kakuja had put her in.