Khona Moshr
Pink Flamingo Cabal Healer(they/them)
- Location
- Alabama
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Your own roar outmatches his. Taking the broken, bladed half of your spear in your one good hand you strike at his open back, next to the glowing Heart. You push with all your strength and Akamine falls down. He rolls over onto his back, dropping the oak club to shield himself, but you do not let him. You come down on him on your knees, holding the blade up, and strike again and again.
"NO ONE ELSE! DIES! ON MY WATCH!" You scream, and there is no kami, there is no Ondo. You are killing a thousand demons as they swarm your ranks; your lord is standing next to you, broken and dying. You are fighting back against the tide as Okami's daughter, a woman you have respected all your life and who trusted you with her father's life, falls besides you. You are raging and clawing and killing as Okami's son, a warrior your own age with whom you trained in the courtyards of the Autumn Palace, throws his bunraku before his father's body. You are in the battlefield, dead men around you, slathering oni overwhelming you and grinning with their mouths full of fangs and their bulging eyes.
Well it looks like Tomoe has a case PTSD that flares when there is a risk that Tomoe will lose friends or brothers-in-arms, this probably will cause problems if someone else has to sacrifice themselves since I doubt Tomoe will take it well.
"He owes me a guard round, you bastard," you hiss, and plunge your heart in the kami's chest.
Also this image is totally metal even if it doesn't make sense.