Chapter 263: Arc 4, Act II, - 108: Every Broken Bone
"RUMBLEEEE..." The low hum shook everyone’s feet. The lightning so bright, that Fumeko had shut her eyes. From aside she watched as the waves of thunder rippled through the falling rain, forcing it away.
The sound cracked and tore the earth beneath, ahead of the Thundering Blade’s feet. The echo hurled the Rainstorm Slasher with a loud roar. "THUD! Thud, Thump, Thud..." His body rag-dolled.
A domed silence around them... till the drizzle continued its rhythm against the ground. Each bead of rain now had access to trickle down her blonde strands, going past the dried up crimson across her maimed and slashed face.
Steam arose from the surrounding wall that dissipated with each second. The cold humid breath Jotou took into her lungs with each pant, lingered with the scent of petrichor.
She glanced back behind her, giving a sigh of relief to the brunette. Fumeko gave a wide-eyed stare back before she appeared in shadow right before her, "Jotou! Your face," her brows scrunched.
"I, ow... Can feel it," she opted to speak from the left side of her mouth. Her eye twitched, her shoulder leaned to one side... Yet she gave a half-cocked smile, "You did it," she mumbled.
Fumeko took no pleasure in the praise, instead looking to the disappearing ring of water. She took Jotou by the injured wrist, "Come on, Hotaru should be over there."
"...slush..." They both barely caught some sound. Jotou and Fumeko turned to see an armoured arm moving; he was not quite dead.
His right arm was hanging on by torn shoulder muscles, twisted all the way around his back. With his left arm still intact, he dragged his body forward like a slug—face down against the ground.
Jotou’s eyes narrowed. Her job was not yet done. She lightly tugged away from Fumeko’s grasp and limped to her sword. ’My back... UGH... something isn’t right there.’
By her rain-covered hilt, two of the flowers previously in her hair were stuck in a little crack in the earth with a tiny stream flowing past. Fearing bending or crouching in her state, she-
"I can do it you know," Fumeko blinked forward and took Jotou’s sword.