[ Just when he thinks he's got his teeth in, he feels something metaphorically sock him in the jaw. It's enough to make him recoil with a violent shake of his head and a deep-chested snarl, only for his displeasure to be cut off thanks to the sharp jab to his upper body. It sends him wheezing and reeling — from all fours to his full height on two and what was brought on by his transformation — some steps back. There, where Kazuya made contact, cracks spiderweb out across the crystal protecting his vitals.
Things weren't supposed to fight back—
Roche shakes his head again, trying to shake the ringing in his skull. Something felt off but without the capacity to recognize it, he has no choice but to ignore it. (That was a problem for future-Roche.)
His tail lashes behind him and his posture shifts, arms relaxing and fingertips scratching along the cobblestone under his feet. He's slow, he knows this, but he's not that slow. The mako pumping in his blood alongside the infection made that possible and while he's not like the other infected out there, he can still... He has to.
[The former-friend now-beast is fast, that much is for certain. The swipe nearly hits, if not for the fact that Kazuya steps back just barely in time, a claw catching and tearing his pant leg.
Which he looks down, frowning.]
Not cool. I'm not the one who ruined your clothes, you know. Don't take it out on mine.
[Annoying...
But he supposes that he should end this fast, right? Knock out Roche, drag his fuzzy ass to the nearest crystal, and let them deal with it there. If he wakes up before they're ready and he causes a huge issue... Not his problem after that, right?
So this time Kazuya lunges in turn, leg raising to kick Roche right in that snout that tried to bite him only moments earlier.]
[ SOLDIER or no, getting kicked in the head hurts. Had it not been for his own enhancements he likely would've broken something or had been knocked out at the bare minimum, but he's lucky. Or unlucky, depending on how one looks at it. Kazuya's kick lands square and not only do stars erupt behind his eyes but something feels loose in his jaw. A fang, some buried part of him thinks. Bite bite bite bite—
His head snaps back towards Kazuya's ankle, fully intent on trying to grab any and whatever part of him he can while his world momentarily spins. Was it pointless from that barrier? Yeah, but he's not exactly thinking clearly right now. This? It wasn't him. There was no passion, no fire, only what these monsters could consider "instinct."
[He's grabbed. It doesn't hurt, because he's just made of sturdier stuff, but he also wasn't expecting it to begin with. Wasn't expecting the monster the other had become to try and bite him again, catching his leg as Kazuya moves to kick him once more.
So he's summarily snatched right off his feet.
Kazuya tries to kick him in the jaw with his other foot.]
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Things weren't supposed to fight back—
Roche shakes his head again, trying to shake the ringing in his skull. Something felt off but without the capacity to recognize it, he has no choice but to ignore it. (That was a problem for future-Roche.)
His tail lashes behind him and his posture shifts, arms relaxing and fingertips scratching along the cobblestone under his feet. He's slow, he knows this, but he's not that slow. The mako pumping in his blood alongside the infection made that possible and while he's not like the other infected out there, he can still... He has to.
He lunges in again, swiping towards his feet. ]
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Which he looks down, frowning.]
Not cool. I'm not the one who ruined your clothes, you know. Don't take it out on mine.
[Annoying...
But he supposes that he should end this fast, right? Knock out Roche, drag his fuzzy ass to the nearest crystal, and let them deal with it there. If he wakes up before they're ready and he causes a huge issue... Not his problem after that, right?
So this time Kazuya lunges in turn, leg raising to kick Roche right in that snout that tried to bite him only moments earlier.]
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His head snaps back towards Kazuya's ankle, fully intent on trying to grab any and whatever part of him he can while his world momentarily spins. Was it pointless from that barrier? Yeah, but he's not exactly thinking clearly right now. This? It wasn't him. There was no passion, no fire, only what these monsters could consider "instinct."
He'll regret it all later. ]
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[He's grabbed. It doesn't hurt, because he's just made of sturdier stuff, but he also wasn't expecting it to begin with. Wasn't expecting the monster the other had become to try and bite him again, catching his leg as Kazuya moves to kick him once more.
So he's summarily snatched right off his feet.
Kazuya tries to kick him in the jaw with his other foot.]
Hey! Let go! Bad dog!