[He keeps at it until he can feel the ache from muscles unused to much use anymore. Doesn't stop. He goes until he isn't quite hearing what Ken's saying anymore. Doesn't stop. The ground pulverizes. The box tears to pieces, candy smashed and shoved into the ground until it's impossible to recognize what was there. Tetsuo still doesn't stop.
Not until every last piece of that damn note is demolished.
And when he finally runs out of steam, panting, he leans on the spear for a bit, not quite ready to relinquish it yet. Not quite ready to think yet.
...he might want to go a few extra rounds on principle.]
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Not until every last piece of that damn note is demolished.
And when he finally runs out of steam, panting, he leans on the spear for a bit, not quite ready to relinquish it yet. Not quite ready to think yet.
...he might want to go a few extra rounds on principle.]