( The way inside is a battering ram, a fist or sharp-tipped thing. A bit of sweat and someone else's bleeding to lubricate the encounter.
The way inside is Kanda Yuu, building a run's momentum from (flooded) no where to apply his wit (questionable, absent) and his shoulder (bony, but there) to the job. He's toiled the better part of an hour willing a boat into submission, born through the ongoing commentary of locals either ridiculing that the oar rows the other way or cheering on his incompetence, and now. Now.
Kanda is in his element of natural, explosive violence. Never mind subtlety, smooth coaxing of the locks, scaling the territory. Hell hath no fury like an exorcist determined to barrel into architectural wasteland.
...regrettable that there's a human obstacle still orbiting the same doorway. )
(don't) hold your breath
( The way inside is a battering ram, a fist or sharp-tipped thing. A bit of sweat and someone else's bleeding to lubricate the encounter.
The way inside is Kanda Yuu, building a run's momentum from (flooded) no where to apply his wit (questionable, absent) and his shoulder (bony, but there) to the job. He's toiled the better part of an hour willing a boat into submission, born through the ongoing commentary of locals either ridiculing that the oar rows the other way or cheering on his incompetence, and now. Now.
Kanda is in his element of natural, explosive violence. Never mind subtlety, smooth coaxing of the locks, scaling the territory. Hell hath no fury like an exorcist determined to barrel into architectural wasteland.
...regrettable that there's a human obstacle still orbiting the same doorway. )
Out of the way, you fly —
( Incomiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing — )