Sep 4, 2017
Battle 05
@engeldermusik
Odasaku looked at his ragged appearance in the reflection of the window. His coat was ripped up and his skin was covered in bandages. The tips of his hair were singed from the grenade with the battle with Samiri, and he couldn’t stand up straight from the shot in his thigh.
He sighed. He hadn’t planned on being this injured, but the members of the organizations were giving him more of a fight than he had expected. He had thought they didn’t care. His theory was wrong.
He listened for the tell-tale sound of the door when someone walks into the building. Although, his next opponent may be a bit more metaphysical than he would like.