sango satomi.

"In the courtyard!" Sango shouted back, desperation edging into her voice. They exited the entrance hall, a flash of a memory seizing her mind in a brutal blaze, remembering how she had first found Kaida here, deathly wounded. They pass the veranda where they had both once caught her whispering at thin air. They dash into the main hall, where a mercenary lays over a few forgotten pews, toppled over from the body's weight. A single glance at his body is enough to know he is not breathing.

They need to get to her, quickly.

The kitsune is not fit enough for this type of strenuous running, but she will do all she can for Kaida. "It's been getting worse—" Sango wheezes. "each time you have to leave, I swear a part of her soul escapes out of the temple gates with you. Junsuina," Sango looks at the woman. "I don't know how much more of this either of us can take..."

Despite the absurdly uncertain future, they had made progress on taking down each of the Ikarashi Clan's lieutenants and captains— but every time that happens, every time she has to see Kaida get closer to her goal by doing those unspeakable, unspeakable things, Sango cannot help but wonder if Kaida will perish before she ever sees the light of dawn. It is not
impossible. She would go as far as to say that she was convinced Kaida would die from her own recklessness before her hand would ever crush her sister's throat.

Oh, the lot of the fools that aspire to more. Sango wishes Kaida could see reason. She knows, however, upon rounding the final corner, that their journey to that destination is nowhere near its end.

The dragon's spear is extracted from the mercenary's chest with a vicious wrench, blood spraying like a fountain into the air as she whips around and drives it into another man's stomach, skewering him like a fish on a pike. All the while the demon fights, she growls animalistically, a sight that drives Sango to her knees. They should have known better. Can't they see that coming here is akin to fighting a pack of starved, hungry wolves in their own cramped den?

"Please," Sango whispered, bringing her hands up in prayer as another mercenary's head disappears beneath Kaida's heel. "please, stop this..."

luki andou

Luki stared at Auden, barely registering his words. "Oh, so you're one of those types of people." Luki said, reeling back with a fake smile on his face.

As Jun finished speaking, Luki raised his hands in mock defense. "So Mood Ring is adherent to her name! What a surprise." Luki clipped his handcuffs to his belt, walking forwards as a shadow thundered over them, rocking the trees from their roots and flattening his hair to his head. Kaida soared above them, commencing her attack on the castle. A cruel smile flitted over his lips as he watched the monster circle Takamagahara, destroying everything in its path. "As much as I'd like to crawl back into bed and never talk to you again, your devil of a friend's quirk is a thing you only see once in a lifetime."

The dragoness roared. A signal. The raid had begun.

Luki nonchalantly waved at the pair of students as he followed the soldiers at their backs. "Just so you know, I'm support, not on-field offense! You're on your own from here on out. And remember," the Detective looked back at them coldly, with unusual seriousness. "it's not just your lives at stake."

An entrance to the castle from the west wing was in clear view. What would the two students choose to do next?

One thing was for certain; they were to find the weapons and apprehend them, before someone else found them first.

junsuina Auden