[ Akira falters backward once he is hit, holding his abdomen and nearly falling on his ass, but he’s only getting more and more energetic the more he fights with Shou. He hates his teeth, beginning to salivate and gain a wild look on his eyes. Those familiar, demonic thoughts flood his brain— daydreaming about tearing Shou apart— limb from limb and showering his own body in Shou’s blood. It’s a violent thought; hellish and heinous, but these thoughts happened on the daily basis with Akira and ever since Amon melded with him, dreams about this wake him from his slumber.
Something new happens, though. The scars along Akira’s back split open and our pops a pair of demon wings, splattering blood and bodily fluids as the wings out stretch to their fullest length. ]
I’m not like anything you know. Does it excite you to fight this way with me?
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Something new happens, though. The scars along Akira’s back split open and our pops a pair of demon wings, splattering blood and bodily fluids as the wings out stretch to their fullest length. ]
I’m not like anything you know. Does it excite you to fight this way with me?
[ Cause it excites him. ]