[That last barb has the desired effect and the Flurry snaps.]
"Like you would know anything about--!!" [Another splintering crack rings through the air, followed by more distant yells. Axel curses beneath his breathe. VIII steps back once, twice, meets VII's gaze.]
"Tch!" [And finally, obediently, tears down the left hallway, as ordered, per Saix's instruction.
Saix is right. Axel hates that Saix is right. What is he doing?
He shouldn't be fighting, if anything he should be running. Hadn't that been the strategy since arriving here? To lick his wounds and lie low if the Organization ever came knocking? It had made sense in the moment to challenge him. To take a stand and defend this new precious life he has built for himself. There's no advantage to a fight now. He failed to take Saix out and he still probably would. It was a stupid risk.
As expected, the assassin finds the defenses down the left hall hanging on by a thread when he gets there; a group of defenders panicking over the splintering wall and the nearly dislodged board falling out of place.]
"MOVE!" [Axel barks, flinging himself to the front of the crowd to try and stop it. When it becomes clear he won't reach it in time, he chucks his chakram to pin the board back down forcibly until he can make up the rest of the distance, and throw the weight of his own body weight against it.
It leaves him exposed and vulnerable to hold the board down like this but Saix will cover him, this Axel knows. In spite of everything. The man wouldn't tell a blatant lie like that, it's not his style. Especially when it's something Saix wants him to be doing. Isa was always better with the plans, he set up the dominos; Lea just found increasingly creative ways to knock them all down.
No, the real trouble is going to come from trying to give the Diviner the slip when all this is said and done.]
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"Like you would know anything about--!!" [Another splintering crack rings through the air, followed by more distant yells. Axel curses beneath his breathe. VIII steps back once, twice, meets VII's gaze.]
"Tch!" [And finally, obediently, tears down the left hallway, as ordered, per Saix's instruction.
Saix is right. Axel hates that Saix is right. What is he doing?
He shouldn't be fighting, if anything he should be running. Hadn't that been the strategy since arriving here? To lick his wounds and lie low if the Organization ever came knocking? It had made sense in the moment to challenge him. To take a stand and defend this new precious life he has built for himself. There's no advantage to a fight now. He failed to take Saix out and he still probably would. It was a stupid risk.
As expected, the assassin finds the defenses down the left hall hanging on by a thread when he gets there; a group of defenders panicking over the splintering wall and the nearly dislodged board falling out of place.]
"MOVE!" [Axel barks, flinging himself to the front of the crowd to try and stop it. When it becomes clear he won't reach it in time, he chucks his chakram to pin the board back down forcibly until he can make up the rest of the distance, and throw the weight of his own body weight against it.
It leaves him exposed and vulnerable to hold the board down like this but Saix will cover him, this Axel knows. In spite of everything. The man wouldn't tell a blatant lie like that, it's not his style. Especially when it's something Saix wants him to be doing. Isa was always better with the plans, he set up the dominos; Lea just found increasingly creative ways to knock them all down.
No, the real trouble is going to come from trying to give the Diviner the slip when all this is said and done.]