[He notices Inuyasha's struggle with that fist, feeling those knuckles turn into his skin. It hurt like hell, and while his skeleton withstood the blow, he could tell there was going to be a nasty bruise to follow. Damn...and he just got rid of the last ones.
Although it's too late to really think more on that, because he feels one hand grip at his temple, claws squeezing there as the other grips around his throat, slowly trying to crush that windpipe.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
Durability was good, very useful, in fact. But it did nothing when it came to breathing, and what happens when you're cut off from it. Panic seeps into his brain, the sink-or-swim part of him activating as he tries to think of SOMETHING. Because fuck, he is not dying to this asshole. Not after the August Swear-in, nor the October one.
Eyes clench tight, his hands reaching out to search for anything. Figures that when he's in an actual bind, he leaves all his equipment at home. But there's something, it's not anything substantial, just a bunch of broken asphault from the impact. They weren't very big pieces, but his fingers trace the edge of one, finding it dull, but pointed.
It would do.
Gasping for air, he uses an ounce of energy he has left to fight it, shoving that piece he'd grabbed onto right into Inuyasha's eye. Vision was blurry himself, so he's not sure if he made contact--going off of the guy's body language for any kind of cue that it worked. Hopefully it did, because air is severely needed at this point.
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Although it's too late to really think more on that, because he feels one hand grip at his temple, claws squeezing there as the other grips around his throat, slowly trying to crush that windpipe.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
Durability was good, very useful, in fact. But it did nothing when it came to breathing, and what happens when you're cut off from it. Panic seeps into his brain, the sink-or-swim part of him activating as he tries to think of SOMETHING. Because fuck, he is not dying to this asshole. Not after the August Swear-in, nor the October one.
Eyes clench tight, his hands reaching out to search for anything. Figures that when he's in an actual bind, he leaves all his equipment at home. But there's something, it's not anything substantial, just a bunch of broken asphault from the impact. They weren't very big pieces, but his fingers trace the edge of one, finding it dull, but pointed.
It would do.
Gasping for air, he uses an ounce of energy he has left to fight it, shoving that piece he'd grabbed onto right into Inuyasha's eye. Vision was blurry himself, so he's not sure if he made contact--going off of the guy's body language for any kind of cue that it worked. Hopefully it did, because air is severely needed at this point.
Sorry Inuyasha, he's a bit of a scrapper.]