Noboru Yamamoto-Photo Finish Finale!
Noboru was knocked flat on his ass. The sweat quickly dripped down his face, the fear gathering over him as a dark cloud, bad thoughts flooding his mind and distracting him. What would happen if they lost here? What would go down? Would Chiaki die? Would she be changed? Would the party themselves die? Thought after bad thought came and went, intensifying the sweat on his face, causing a torrent. Noboru wiped it from his face with his forearm, lightly grinding up his cheek and forehead with the sandpaper woven betwixt the sports tape on his fists.
Shit shit shit! I need to get a hold of myself. I am blowing it here. Noboru's thoughts were true but he could barely act on them. It would be hard to focus, he could definitely get hit more and harder. He thought to himself again.
Cmon get a hold of myself. I need to remember the basics of CQC. I can't go limp on everyone for this. We've never experienced something like this before. Let's hope no one else experiences this either.Noboru knew what to do. Summoning Atlas for the first time in a bit to actually do something, he threw out Tarukaja, both on himself and on Rui. He bounced back on his hind foot, taking up a defensive position. If the shadow decided to attack him, he would be ready. The shadow might hit him hard, but he was ready to strike right back and punish its mistakes.
