Take Up Banana Arms || Kaito [CA Event]
The siege was rapidly turning into a war outright.
He’d feared this for his home world for so long, and now, here, with none of the years of preparation to offer what little hope he could find, could create… It was all he could do, now, to fight off the aggressors with force as nonlethal as possible. He could, he would search desperately for a solution later, for any way to stop this other than the one that the scientists had offered – the complete destruction of another world, full of people who…
Later, when there weren’t lives on the line. When there weren’t civilians cowering behind cover, under his guard. Utterly reliant on him for safety.
The militia had proven relentless, armed to the teeth and trained, a faceless enemy that struck in small squads for the most part. Faceless, and yet Takatora looked and saw his own men in their armor, dutiful and terrified but knowing that they had so little choice (or so their commander at arms had told them, had insisted, had told himself). But there was little choice for him either. (He hadn’t the heart, even so, to leave the two squads that had previously ambushed them without ensuring that they were alive. Habit, perhaps. Even footsoldiers had homes, lives.)
Reasoning hadn’t worked, twice over. Had he not more than likely ruined his own chances for diplomacy by incapacitating one of them immediately upon encounter (something he deeply regretted, but they put themselves in his reach and would not have relented if he’d refrained), it most likely would’ve not worked a third time. They had to follow orders, he had no doubt. What could they do beyond follow orders in a time when their very existence seemed at risk?
The Drivers and their Arms had not been made with nonlethal force in mind, and it made these battles trying more in terms of patience than anything else. He grabbed a second of the four by the shoulder and delivered a hard blow to the ribcage, followed up with a swift open-palm strike to the chin. His opponent buckled to the ground, effectively out of commission, more than likely with several broken ribs to show for it…but they would live. That was more than he could say for himself if they had their way about it – or, more vitally, his charges. These soldiers were ordered, judging by their behavior, to use lethal force. Whatever means necessary. And he could not allow that to happen.
Even so, seeing two comrades in arms fall in such a manner did nothing for morale, and he could only hope his remaining opponents were wavering beneath the surface. It was an opportunity – a risky one, but an opportunity, and he had learned to take those where he could. Heart in his throat and desperate to reason, Takatora lowered his Sonic Arrow to a more neutral position, though still at the ready to defend himself, even if at a disadvantage.
“If you are wise, you will turn back and return to your own world. This is an unnecessary battle. It’s only hurting everyone involved.“ His tone didn’t waver, hard at the edges, forceful, but in truth, it was a plea as much as anything.
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