KNY OC - James "Jim" Robinson
British, Cadet, Marksman | Highest Rank: Hashira | Breath Style: Gunpowder Breathing (火薬の呼吸) | Blade Colour: Light Orange
"Oh, this is that "love" thing you humans have isn't it? Interesting, but It's rude to interrupt my meal."
Jim's teeth clenched at that grating smugness that reeked of a false sense of happiness, white-knuckling the hilt of his sword. That tone of voice, the chill in the air, the rainbow coloured eyes coupled with a smile that conveyed the Upper Rank's superiority complex. It was all too familiar.
Though Douma was unchanged, it had been years since Jim had first seen the second of the Twelve Demon Moons. Previously needing the protection of a Hashira whilst paralysed by fear. But that was then, this was now. Kanae had already fallen, Shinobu would not suffer the same fate, not whilst there was still breath in Jim's lungs.
"Jim..." He could only glance at Shinobu as she joined him side by side, no longer desiring to be behind the protective stance he had settled into, "We're doing this together."
"You've always been a stubborn one." Jim chuckled, but now was not the time for reminiscing. The muscles in his legs clenched, as did those in arms, 'Gunpowder Breathing, First Form: Quick Draw.'
Like a trigger had been pulled, Jim rocketed forward. If this was to be their last stand, they would go down fighting.
