destinystrings | 04 - A vacancy for a meatshield is open~

Who: Yamato and YOU
Where: Taurus Ward
Summary: Yamato feels like he is The Only Sane Man and he is so sick of scorpions. So sick of them.
Warnings: Er, fight scenes, maybe some cussing.

Somehow in the span of a few days the entire population of Hinoto-Ri had gone insane

It left Yamato feeling a bit wrong-footed really, because everything was devolving as quickly as it had back home. Although there was no void devouring the entirety of world, or aliens invading, there was still the raw panic of people mindlessly reacting to a dangerous situation. Some were screaming in hysterics, some were downright psychotic and violent - and now, on top of all that, strange scorpion like creatures had morphed out of nothingness, vicious and deadly with snapping claws and poisonous stings.

Also Yamato's demon, Arioch, was being difficult with him, enough so that he simply didn't bother summoning him any more. It was just him and Remiel now.

Perhaps it had been a mistake to go out when all of this chaos was unfolding, but Yamato was no the kind to cower or hide when shit went down. So he had strolled out into this insanity, determined to get to the bottom of it...

And somehow ended up getting in skirmishes, retreating and fighting, all the way to the Taurus Ward. Hiding back in his room was sounding more and more appealing with each passing second, especially as he and Remiel were both low on energy - both physical and spiritual. Remiel could only use their physical energy to replenish their spiritual for so long before it began to be more of a liability than anything of use.

So now, to put this tl;dr log to an end, have a somewhat exhausted Yamato and Remiel resting under a protruding eave of what could be a strip club for all he cared. The entrance was closed, and the interior quiet - it was still the middle of the day, after all, despite the nightmarish insanity going on.

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Is that someone approaching them? It's someone approaching them. One of the weird masked people looks like he's getting closer - and then is abruptly set on fire, along with four of the scorpions near them. Neku walks closer, Narasimha in front of him, cracking his knuckles.

"Hey, asshole! Pick on someone else!"

Ahh, when the masked man began to approach them, Yamato had prepared to lob out the last of his spiritual energy in an attempt to create a diversion and get the hell out of dodge - but instead...

Oh, finally, someone who isn't insane.

As the masked man and his group of scorpions flailed about, Remiel launched a barrage of Holy Dance against the group, sending them flying across the street - and near obliterating some of the scorpions.

While that distraction happened, Yamato made his way over to the newcomer, although he was openly cautious.

"Ah...you're the one I messaged on the network..."

"Hey." Neku spotted someone else trying to approach, and sent Narasimha out, jolting them with a Zionga, before returning to hover near Neku and cast a Diarama on Yamato.

"If you're running out of energy or something you should probably pull back. No sense in getting killed over something stupid."

Or well. Killed again.

"It's fine," Yamato said, straightening himself up a little. "The Libra and Pisces wards are just like everywhere else, so there is nowhere safe to return to."

"Seriously? Shit. These things are even worse than the Taboo Noise - at least those didn't swarm all over you." He turned and sent a Mabufu at the approaching swarm, before barreling through some with punches and kicks, darting out of the way of the stingers.

"Oh come on!"

Yes, while Neku took a hands on approach, Yamato is going to lurk out of range. He honestly felt like he'd been smacked around with a sledgehammer, so the less physical fighting he had to do, the better.

Of course, that didn't mean he was going to let Neku fend for himself. As soon as the other darted out of the way of the stingers, Yamato delivered a powerful Judgement attack on the swarm. He only had enough energy to cast maybe two more Judgements before having to resort to using his Persona.

He cast a glance over at Yamato, and directed Narasimha over towards him to cast a Diarama. He returned to the scorpions, attempting to set some of them on fire. He could tell he was burning through his magic quickly, but he didn't have much of a choice.

One of the scorpions stung him in the leg and he stumbled back, trying to shake it out. He could tell there was some kind of poison, but he'd just have to muscle through it.

"Ugh..."

Yamato knew when a battle was futile. They were merely running themselves into the ground, and the enemies were endless. Although the scorpions were weak, Yamato could only fight off so many before they began to overwhelm him - which they were beginning to do right now. He barely had enough energy in him to toss his ally a quick Prayer to cure the impending poison.

"Enough! Let us quickly arrange a retreat!"

He hated retreating. It just seemed like a shitty way out.

But the other guy was right. There was no way they were going to win this one. Neku worked his way over to Yamato, doing his best to shield him. He could tell the other wasn't really a physical fighter - or at least if he was he was too exhausted to do it well.

"Let's move."

Yamato nodded, and after a brief scan of the area, found a clear route of escape just around the edge of the street. They would have to maintain a distance from the horde...

"Remiel," Yamato ordered pointedly, and the angel immediately lashed out with Holy Dance, sending the scorpions and a few of the crazed individuals skittering back.

And then they were off!

Neku directed Narasimha into another Maragi, and followed Yamato, keeping up relatively easily. He wasn't a huge long-distance person, but he kept himself in good shape.

... Which seemed more than he could say about the other guy.

Yamato wasn't a long distance runner, but he could certainly bolt for a short distance if need be. It was just difficult to run in boots - not because his health was already somewhat frail. Nope, it was the boots.

After running a street away, though, there seemed to be no scorpions or crazed individuals swarming them, so Yamato slowed his steps to a walk, his breathing shallow and quick.

He. Hated. Running.

04 - A vacancy for a meatshield is open~

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