[Don't think of the swords as knives, just—okay, yeah they're basically giant knives. At least he's now using just the greatsword, so that might be a little better...? Maybe...?
Anyway.
She'll mostly just hear rather than see as Rokurou gets to work on the wolves, the long blade cutting deep into them as he swings the blade, feet never keeping still as he moves from one to the next and not minding the splatter of black ink-like substance.
Fortunately these wolves seem to be more willing to run than stay and fight, so although he takes down two, the third manages to limp away. For a moment he moves to go after it, that hatred pounding in his ears, but he still has enough reason to remember that there's someone else still here. So although his daemon eye pulses bright red, he closes it, takes a breath, and it dims back to normal.
Swinging out the blade to clear of it the blot, he sheathes the sword behind his back before reaching down to pick up the other two. He's sustained a few injuries, but nothing he really cares too much about.]
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Anyway.
She'll mostly just hear rather than see as Rokurou gets to work on the wolves, the long blade cutting deep into them as he swings the blade, feet never keeping still as he moves from one to the next and not minding the splatter of black ink-like substance.
Fortunately these wolves seem to be more willing to run than stay and fight, so although he takes down two, the third manages to limp away. For a moment he moves to go after it, that hatred pounding in his ears, but he still has enough reason to remember that there's someone else still here. So although his daemon eye pulses bright red, he closes it, takes a breath, and it dims back to normal.
Swinging out the blade to clear of it the blot, he sheathes the sword behind his back before reaching down to pick up the other two. He's sustained a few injuries, but nothing he really cares too much about.]
Hey, it's safe to come out now.