[ The cross beside Kururu and Yayoi gleams as the shriek of Ikki's shadow echoes, the pale figure of a skeleton reflected on its black surface. Kazu's wheels shiver with the same call, wind whipping through the vented motors, spinning the etched foxes into stylized rings of flame.
No real flames though, that was the important part. Just the quiet hiss of cooling parts.
As Ikki and Kaneda stared each other down, as Yayoi kept careful watch, Kururu gently felt down Kazu's face, and neck, and hands.
It wasn't too bad, he was safe enough to move (and he'd been through worse, so much worse, they all had), but . . . Makigami-sensei's voice echoed helpfully in her head. Level Two Alert. Sustained and long-term wear on Regalia and King from lack of compatibility or overuse.
Not important now. Later. Important was patching up the little things she could—what had he even punched to sprain his wrist like that? ]
Concussion.
[ It's soft, mostly meant to reach Yayoi, but there's nothing to stop her voice from carrying in the sudden quiet. ]
And . . . he's burned himself out, but not like last time. He'll be okay.
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No real flames though, that was the important part. Just the quiet hiss of cooling parts.
As Ikki and Kaneda stared each other down, as Yayoi kept careful watch, Kururu gently felt down Kazu's face, and neck, and hands.
It wasn't too bad, he was safe enough to move (and he'd been through worse, so much worse, they all had), but . . . Makigami-sensei's voice echoed helpfully in her head. Level Two Alert. Sustained and long-term wear on Regalia and King from lack of compatibility or overuse.
Not important now. Later. Important was patching up the little things she could—what had he even punched to sprain his wrist like that? ]
Concussion.
[ It's soft, mostly meant to reach Yayoi, but there's nothing to stop her voice from carrying in the sudden quiet. ]
And . . . he's burned himself out, but not like last time. He'll be okay.