With that, the entire team realized there was nothing between them and beating the shit out of the shadow. And so they did. A flurry of magic, personas, and teens flying around with adrenaline overwhelmed the shadow within seconds. A perfected all-out attack! It was hard to see through the dirt flying around, but a part of the shadow evaporated into a cloud of darkness.
As everyone backed away, Sato watched with a indescribable vitriol as the shadow got back up to its feet, two hands on its sword. Before it could even say anything, Sato launched an arrow at it. It was easily deflected, of course, but what the shadow didn't realize was that Chronos was already behind it, swinging its scythe with the full force of a Garula behind it and knocking the shadow forward a good dozen meters. Not too far off from him now, Sato fired a few disabling arrows into its shoulder and its knee as it tried to hopelessly swing at anything. With it on the ground, there wasn't even an attempt to defend itself from the shadow as Chronos rushed forward and slammed the blade of its scythe into the shadow's back, before ripping it into the air and slamming it back down with another Garula. Upon crashing back onto the floor, the shadow faded back into a human form, a perfect copy of the victim.
As everyone surrounded it just in case, Sato took a moment to fix his hair, brushing the hair out from in front of his eyes. He didn't realize it in the fight, but the fatigue was hitting hard... A ringing in his ears dampened all his senses, but when he noticed the knights around them crumbling, the metal clanging against the floor, Sato couldn't help but smile through the headache. People fell out from inside, their style screaming gangs. The blonde girl collapsed.
Another job well done.
JULY 6TH 2015, MONDAY
Afterschool
It took Sato's eyes a bit to adjust to the relative darkness of the arcade. The sun was beaming outside, reminding everyone of how summer was coming up soon, and as a result, exams. It was a weird kind of atmosphere, really... not close enough to study much, but not far away enough to forget about it. It bugged him, even as he made his way into the arcade machine. He checked his phone again; he'd gotten the text just a few minutes after class had ended for the day. Sato had been considered going to the archery range, but this wasn't much of a question. It wasn't an if, it was a when.
Was this their "place" now? Even after having gone several times, Sato still couldn't really remember what any of the machines were, what the colorful anime decals were naming. It was... interesting. How Sato would never have come there if it was up to him, but that was part of the very charm he found himself thinking about every other minute in class: forward, bold, determined. Rash, quick to anger, strong headed. Maybe even single-minded, but it was hard to judge when the opposite was just as bad a color on himself. A negative and a negative make a positive, at least in math.
He was overthinking it again. There was no point in kidding to himself; he knew exactly where the P4AU machines were. It was the only game he'd ever played at the arcade, so it was a guiding beacon in a maze of button-mashing and joystick-slamming. He always felt the thing he always wanted to avoid when he saw Mako. He hated the way he couldn't find any breath, the way he couldn't think. He'd never felt this way before, at least not so strongly.
"Hey," was all that Sato could muster as he walked up to Mako, trying to give a confident smile. It failed to look anything more than wry, though, but he went with it.
"Mako, I... how are you doing? Are you okay, after yesterday? It felt like the longest the team's been in the mirror world..." Sato averted his eyes from Mako, trying not to indulge in the chemicals swimming around in his brain too much lest he go blind in such a brilliant light. At least, that was how he felt. But it was too much to put in words, too much to tell someone, and that was akin to drowning.
As everyone backed away, Sato watched with a indescribable vitriol as the shadow got back up to its feet, two hands on its sword. Before it could even say anything, Sato launched an arrow at it. It was easily deflected, of course, but what the shadow didn't realize was that Chronos was already behind it, swinging its scythe with the full force of a Garula behind it and knocking the shadow forward a good dozen meters. Not too far off from him now, Sato fired a few disabling arrows into its shoulder and its knee as it tried to hopelessly swing at anything. With it on the ground, there wasn't even an attempt to defend itself from the shadow as Chronos rushed forward and slammed the blade of its scythe into the shadow's back, before ripping it into the air and slamming it back down with another Garula. Upon crashing back onto the floor, the shadow faded back into a human form, a perfect copy of the victim.
As everyone surrounded it just in case, Sato took a moment to fix his hair, brushing the hair out from in front of his eyes. He didn't realize it in the fight, but the fatigue was hitting hard... A ringing in his ears dampened all his senses, but when he noticed the knights around them crumbling, the metal clanging against the floor, Sato couldn't help but smile through the headache. People fell out from inside, their style screaming gangs. The blonde girl collapsed.
Another job well done.
JULY 6TH 2015, MONDAY
Afterschool
It took Sato's eyes a bit to adjust to the relative darkness of the arcade. The sun was beaming outside, reminding everyone of how summer was coming up soon, and as a result, exams. It was a weird kind of atmosphere, really... not close enough to study much, but not far away enough to forget about it. It bugged him, even as he made his way into the arcade machine. He checked his phone again; he'd gotten the text just a few minutes after class had ended for the day. Sato had been considered going to the archery range, but this wasn't much of a question. It wasn't an if, it was a when.
Was this their "place" now? Even after having gone several times, Sato still couldn't really remember what any of the machines were, what the colorful anime decals were naming. It was... interesting. How Sato would never have come there if it was up to him, but that was part of the very charm he found himself thinking about every other minute in class: forward, bold, determined. Rash, quick to anger, strong headed. Maybe even single-minded, but it was hard to judge when the opposite was just as bad a color on himself. A negative and a negative make a positive, at least in math.
He was overthinking it again. There was no point in kidding to himself; he knew exactly where the P4AU machines were. It was the only game he'd ever played at the arcade, so it was a guiding beacon in a maze of button-mashing and joystick-slamming. He always felt the thing he always wanted to avoid when he saw Mako. He hated the way he couldn't find any breath, the way he couldn't think. He'd never felt this way before, at least not so strongly.
"Hey," was all that Sato could muster as he walked up to Mako, trying to give a confident smile. It failed to look anything more than wry, though, but he went with it.
"Mako, I... how are you doing? Are you okay, after yesterday? It felt like the longest the team's been in the mirror world..." Sato averted his eyes from Mako, trying not to indulge in the chemicals swimming around in his brain too much lest he go blind in such a brilliant light. At least, that was how he felt. But it was too much to put in words, too much to tell someone, and that was akin to drowning.