✄ = seeing your muse get hurt
❛Tsuru-san, hang on!❜ Panic shines in his tone, as he hoists the other’s arm over his shoulder. His blade snakes out to the side, striking the enemies’ head hard enough to send it flying. The crane’s white cloth was quickly getting stained with crimson blood but the other struggled to get out of his grip; couldn’t he feel the bite of pain that no doubt came with a stab?
Still, the injured tachi’s gold gaze stays trained on the enemy, trying to break away from his grip. It had been too soon to send him out in battle–even if he insisted he was fine they all knew the truth. The grief was enough to send someone normally calm into a panicked frenzy–
He had no right to complain though. He had helped cause this mess.
That degrading thought stays heavily in his mind, distracting him enough to narrowly avoid a blade coming his way. In that instance, he feels the crane pull away from him a shout tearing from his raw throat as he falls, the white blade clattering loudly against the ground.
His fault. His fault. His fault. His fault–
❛Everyone, retreat!❜ His orders are shouted out, watching as the other members of his party begin to pull away, clearing a path as he grabs the injured man and lets him lean against him. The crane seems to struggle, eyes still glaring with fury at the enemy. It took almost all his strength to pull the other with him as he retreats in the path carved by the other members of the party.