Yamato lifted up his sleeve to his nose as the fog drifted over the battlefield, holding his breath as he hastily backed away. Remiel was at his side in an instant, the angel stretching one wing around him as if shielding him from the fog.
...but Yamato could only hold his breath for so long, and the fog was lingering.
He took stock of his situation then. Scorpions amassing, Naoya was apparently one of the psychotic ones (what a shame), and Yamato was hopeless outnumbered. A retreat would be necessary. Too bad he wasn't exactly...agile.
Yamato lowered his sleeve and inhaled, wincing as the poison fog burned the back of his throat. He coughed but battled through it, turning on his heel and bolting, Remiel following after him.
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Yamato lifted up his sleeve to his nose as the fog drifted over the battlefield, holding his breath as he hastily backed away. Remiel was at his side in an instant, the angel stretching one wing around him as if shielding him from the fog.
...but Yamato could only hold his breath for so long, and the fog was lingering.
He took stock of his situation then. Scorpions amassing, Naoya was apparently one of the psychotic ones (what a shame), and Yamato was hopeless outnumbered. A retreat would be necessary. Too bad he wasn't exactly...agile.
Yamato lowered his sleeve and inhaled, wincing as the poison fog burned the back of his throat. He coughed but battled through it, turning on his heel and bolting, Remiel following after him.
He hated to retreat - but he was no fool.