“Don’t just stand there! Can you fight or what?!” Words harsh, inconsiderate and panicked, he quickly throws himself in front of the other. The teen was fine, just exhausted from throwing punches at things that wouldn’t just stay down. And to be honest, he feels his vision straining -- looking through the fog without glasses was starting to take a toll on him. While he didn’t take Teddie’s creations for granted -- ah, what is he thinking, he definitely took them for granted. Either way, he’s stuck here without them and completely agitated, a creeping migraine pronouncing itself with every single punch that lands.
Raising his steel plate to brace for a gnarly snap from the ravenous beast before them, Kanji winces as the creature throws itself against the plate instead. His weight shifts backwards as the heels of his boots dig into the rubble. Growing impatient as it continues to snarl and fling drool as it knocks its snout repeatedly against steel, he looks over his shoulder towards the other.
“Well @paveillon ?!”
