【♞】 It seemed he had ended up in yet another dangerous situation, fighting a powerful demon on his own without a chance to contact his squad. This particular kind—a naga if he recalled correctly—was a particular kind he had never battled himself and only seen in his book of listed enemies. He recalled Kena, his superior, claiming that she had taken one down on her own once upon a time. It would have really been helpful to have her around at this moment, but there was no time to call her.
“Getting tired, mortal?" The snake-like being teased haughtily as it slashed its tail at the soldier, clearly aiming to tear skin off the teen.
“Not at—all…!” He lied through his teeth as he continued to dodge the sharp weapon, losing his balance a few times due to the speed as the sharp appendage slice his uniform a few times on impact. This was pretty bad. He wasn’t sure how long he’d hold out in this fight; what with the incredible speed of the snake seeming nearly impossible to match. He had managed to fire a few rounds at the reptile, landing a shot in it’s shoulder and causing it to let out a pained cry. Just as he had thought he finally had a chance, he had aimed to fire again when suddenly—
“———!!” Ukito winced as he was sudden stabbed at once again, the naga’s tail going right through the human’s right side, leaving a large, deep gash through his skin. The pain was intense and caused him to stumble back, losing his footing and causing him to collapse to the now bloodstained grass. Hit… He was hit. And bleeding way more than he had hoped. This wasn’t good at all.
Irritated and clearly angered far more than before, the naga rose so that it towered over the smaller human, fierce yellow eyes glaring down at the injured marksman with rage. “You little bastard…! That hurt a lot, you know!" It hissed, gesturing a hand to its wounded shoulder that was now pulsing an ugly black color, "Did you think that tickled?! I ought to make you pay for that!" With that, it raised its blood painted tail to strike once more.
It wasn’t until then that Ukito realized that the blow had knocked his pistols from his hands, leaving him without a weapon to fire at the other before his final strike. He was losing blood quickly, leaving him dizzied and panicked as he tried to think of a way to escape this situation. Perhaps this was the day he would die? What a terrible way to go. This was far from how he wanted to pass and honestly, he wasn’t ready. There were so many things he had to do, so many people he had to protect, and so much he had to learn. But now it was all going to disappear into black.
Shuddering from the pain, all Ukito could do was lower his head in shame, clenching his eyes closed tight as he awaited the final strike.
