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[color=red][b]|| Akira Kurusu || Day Three - Morning || Doom Train || WC: 635 || Level 2 ||
|| Six [@Majoras End], The Heavy [@ONL], Slayer [@Lugubrious] ||[/b][/color]
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Akira could mainly find himself grimacing at the sight of both of his attacks proving all but useless; while Eiha didn't hit its' mark, the bullets he shot were no match for the Executors' armor. In all honesty, he should have known that, but what else could he have done, given the time he had to think and what he had in terms of attacks? Should he go for a Cleave next? Or maybe just stall this guy out until Slayer was finished with his enemy so that he could get some help? Maybe the Heavy would do better against a foe just as this?

Before he really had a chance to act out any of the thoughts he ran in his head, Akira was greeted with the sight of three sharp daggers only slightly smaller than his own coming right at him. Furrowing his brows, but maintaining the coy posture he normally had, Akira ripped his mask off yet again as a blue flame surrounded him and called upon his persona Arsene once more for assistance.
[color=red][b]"Eiha!"[/b][/color] Akira held his hand out as a wave of darkness shot out of it. He had used the move more to slow down and possibly stunt the blades coming towards him then as an actual attack, and luckily it worked out as Akira was able to jump out of the way with only a scratch just under his mask. He licked his lips quickly, knowing that he was definitely in for the long run.

Just when he thought he was done having things thrown at him, Akira spotted out of the corner of his eye something yellow coming towards him. Originally he was going to dodge away, but upon closer inspection, Akira let out a quiet gasp and sprinted forward, holding his arms out and catching the extremely light girl in his arms. He was going to ask if the other was okay, but they clear had no time for that, as Six's opponent, and probably his own, were coming right for them. As Akira brought Six back down to her own feet. Slayer's words of wisdom as well as his previous thoughts reverberated inside of his brain as he pushed Six behind him and ran forward, meeting the Death Knight's blade with his dagger.

[color=red][b]"Guys, we're switching up! We have to! Six, you take care of the Executor. Heavy, I know I'm asking for a lot, but I'm going to need you to take this guy on! A-As for me..."[/b][/color] Akira didn't stay like this for long, as he used all the strength he had in him to push the Death Knight away from him and sprint towards the Heavy's current position, passing by him and ripping off his mask in the process. The trickster jumped into the air as Arsene appeared behind him, his dagger glowing in a faint blue light as he was preparing to use Cleave on one of Giggles' massive arms. [color=red][b]"I'll take him on!"[/b][/color] He claimed as he brought his dagger down on the arm holding what looked like a cleaver in it. He had hopped to at least disable the enemy with a nicely placed slash, but that was only the best case scenario.

Whether or not his attack had failed or succeeded, Akira continued on, falling back a bit before now attempting to shoot at the gross abomination that was Giggles. He was the only one that didn't have any armor on, so Akira had to have an advantage on this one, right? Whether he made the right calls for Six and Heavy though, he was unsure. Heavy in particular, as the Death Knight seemed a little too smart for comfort. However he trusted that Heavy's brute force would win in the end. Hopefully he didn't make a mistake...