[Glass breaks underneath him. Sudden new pain spikes into his hand; it's only then that Tetsuo realizes he's moved down into a crouch, uninjured arm bracing heavily on the ground. He forces himself to get up, blood dripping down his palm, side searing in protest.
That bitch.
Voices he doesn't hear swirl around him, coalescing as the toxin works its way further and further into his body. That kid... Over and over again, he can hear the voice talking, the same one he heard in that machine. The same one on the street.
Akira, the voice says helpfully. No matter how much volume he can manage, the voice still cuts through underneath, clear and sharp as glass.
The air around him slows; suddenly the blur of objects seems less somehow, and he's got a direct hook on his target. He takes it, trying to lift her into the air this time. Wish as he might, he doesn't have enough control to keep hold of her and ram her into anything; the most he can manage before his head flares in protest is tossing her haphazardly upwards.]
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That bitch.
Voices he doesn't hear swirl around him, coalescing as the toxin works its way further and further into his body. That kid... Over and over again, he can hear the voice talking, the same one he heard in that machine. The same one on the street.
Akira, the voice says helpfully. No matter how much volume he can manage, the voice still cuts through underneath, clear and sharp as glass.
The air around him slows; suddenly the blur of objects seems less somehow, and he's got a direct hook on his target. He takes it, trying to lift her into the air this time. Wish as he might, he doesn't have enough control to keep hold of her and ram her into anything; the most he can manage before his head flares in protest is tossing her haphazardly upwards.]
DIE!