Caught up in his own struggle, Atsuro only has time to throw a few glances in Ludwig's direction as he resorts to kicks and low sweeps to stave off the demon's advance. Deathbound could be performed just as well with his legs as with his fists, but the usage of the skill only saps his strength even further. Though the one is pushed back, the second, now unencumbered by dancing goddesses making feeble attempts at combat, surges forward to take its fellow's place.
Outnumbered and outgunned... by a few Waira! This was way too embarrassing; these guys had better be some obscenely high level in this world. Given his own proficiency, probably somewhere up in the high 60s. Or, he admits grudgingly, it was perfectly possible that the demons of this world just didn't respond the same way to the skills and magic he had picked up back home. ....It doesn't really matter, either way. He was losing.
He leaps to the side to avoid a swiping claw and gives the Waira a cracking snap-kick at where an elbow joint ought to be. This is a maneuver he's performed many times before, but this time, somehow, with his arm injured and his body generally unbalanced, he is caught off guard when the demon retaliates with a strike straight at his ankle. He collapses immediately to the floor, burning pain flooding up and down his leg.
"Tch...!"
This was ludicrous! At this point, their health had to be ridiculously low! They could probably only take another blow or two; he had Phys Amp equipped, for goodness' sakes! Losing to a couple of Waira was... unimaginable. There was no way he was going to give up here, not after he had come so far, lived through so much!
Atsuro can't see that Laksmi has successfully revived Badb Catha. He can't see Ludwig on the ground in similarly dire straits. He can't even see the demons approaching, grotesque leers stretched across their bulbous features. Everything is suddenly a blurry haze, an indistinct red veil of equal-parts agitation, consternation, and determination stretching before his eyes.
There sounds a humming in his ears. It's been there the whole time, he realizes, but in the heat and fervor of battle, it has been almost inaudible. It feels now, oddly, as if the near-silent whisper is bidding the entirety of his attention. ...For a brief moment, he yields to the demand and closes his eyes, his teeth grit tightly in resolve.
I am thou. Thou art I.
The words fill his heart and mind and he knows what it is it demands. "I... I've got to survive!"
A flood of energy rushes through him as he thrusts forward a hand; in a flash of light, the projected image of a slender man with torrents of water circling about his body appears before him with hands similarly outstretched. The image glances back briefly before it cries out.
"Malaqua!"
Out of nowhere, a raging blast of water smashes into the two enemies and sends them sliding across the slick floor; a few moments after, Badb Catha and Laksmi have reappeared to help their master off the floor.
He stands slowly with an expression of astonishment on his face... But there was no time to think too much about it now. They had to take this chance. Glancing over towards Ludwig to catch the tail end of the other man's Persona, he breaks into a broad smile and quickly darts over to his side.
"...We've got this. Let's take them down for good!"
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Caught up in his own struggle, Atsuro only has time to throw a few glances in Ludwig's direction as he resorts to kicks and low sweeps to stave off the demon's advance. Deathbound could be performed just as well with his legs as with his fists, but the usage of the skill only saps his strength even further. Though the one is pushed back, the second, now unencumbered by dancing goddesses making feeble attempts at combat, surges forward to take its fellow's place.
Outnumbered and outgunned... by a few Waira! This was way too embarrassing; these guys had better be some obscenely high level in this world. Given his own proficiency, probably somewhere up in the high 60s. Or, he admits grudgingly, it was perfectly possible that the demons of this world just didn't respond the same way to the skills and magic he had picked up back home. ....It doesn't really matter, either way. He was losing.
He leaps to the side to avoid a swiping claw and gives the Waira a cracking snap-kick at where an elbow joint ought to be. This is a maneuver he's performed many times before, but this time, somehow, with his arm injured and his body generally unbalanced, he is caught off guard when the demon retaliates with a strike straight at his ankle. He collapses immediately to the floor, burning pain flooding up and down his leg.
"Tch...!"
This was ludicrous! At this point, their health had to be ridiculously low! They could probably only take another blow or two; he had Phys Amp equipped, for goodness' sakes! Losing to a couple of Waira was... unimaginable. There was no way he was going to give up here, not after he had come so far, lived through so much!
Atsuro can't see that Laksmi has successfully revived Badb Catha. He can't see Ludwig on the ground in similarly dire straits. He can't even see the demons approaching, grotesque leers stretched across their bulbous features. Everything is suddenly a blurry haze, an indistinct red veil of equal-parts agitation, consternation, and determination stretching before his eyes.
There sounds a humming in his ears. It's been there the whole time, he realizes, but in the heat and fervor of battle, it has been almost inaudible. It feels now, oddly, as if the near-silent whisper is bidding the entirety of his attention. ...For a brief moment, he yields to the demand and closes his eyes, his teeth grit tightly in resolve.
I am thou. Thou art I.
The words fill his heart and mind and he knows what it is it demands. "I... I've got to survive!"
A flood of energy rushes through him as he thrusts forward a hand; in a flash of light, the projected image of a slender man with torrents of water circling about his body appears before him with hands similarly outstretched. The image glances back briefly before it cries out.
"Malaqua!"
Out of nowhere, a raging blast of water smashes into the two enemies and sends them sliding across the slick floor; a few moments after, Badb Catha and Laksmi have reappeared to help their master off the floor.
He stands slowly with an expression of astonishment on his face... But there was no time to think too much about it now. They had to take this chance. Glancing over towards Ludwig to catch the tail end of the other man's Persona, he breaks into a broad smile and quickly darts over to his side.
"...We've got this. Let's take them down for good!"